I've been having major trouble with my anxiety. Panic attacks that start during my college classes and when that happens I'm done for the day. It cripples me to nothingness. I can't have this in my life. Especially when I have no one.
Some people ask me why I don't hide my scars...and my response is this "I hide the cuts but I don't hide the scars because they are there as a reminder to myself that I've felt worse pain. And I don't want to hide for my entire life...people are going to judge me either way"
Shame because I did it, Pride because I know I did it to survive. If I could not have found some way to extinguish the pain, I think I would have made more attempts to end my life, and perhaps, been successful.