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Scars fade, but never disappear completely. However, that's not necessarily a bad thing. Scars remind you of the battles you've fought, the trials you've faced and overcome. They show the world that you're human. You've struggled through life just as everyone else has at one point or another. You came out of the battle, not unscathed, but alive. You won the fight. If you hadn't, you'd still be bleeding. But you're not. You're wounds have healed and all that remains are little scars. But these scars aren't ugly. They're beautiful in their own way. They show your weaknesses that have or soon will become your strengths. Sure, they do stilll hurt somethimes, but that just proves that your wounds are slowly, but surely healing. The pain will lessen, it just takes time. Be patient.
One day, perhaps you'll see yourself, scars and all, through the eyes of those who love you, and have never left your side. They were there, on the sidelines, cheering you on and giving you hope and encouragement. They were the ones who helped keep you from giving up. Of course, it was ultimately up to you whether or not to keep on fighting, but they were there to help and support you, which is all they could do. Then they just had to wait and hope that you would come out victorious. It didn't matter to them how long the wait was. They remained by your side until the end of the battle. And when you defeated the enemy, they cheered and rejoiced with you. You didn't give up the fight, and they didn't give up on you. You may feel terribly guilty and apologize profusely and ask for forgiveness. But they will brush it off, saying that there was nothing to forgive.
Now that the battle is over, allow yourself to celebrate with your loved ones and breathe in the great relief that came from your success. But don't let your guard down. You may have won the battle, but you haven't yet won the war. There are several more battles ahead of you. What they are, and when they will come, no one can say. So prepare yourself the best you can. You will no doubt gain more scars throughout your journey through life, both on the inside and on the outside. But remember, those scars are what make you beautiful.
One day, perhaps you'll see yourself, scars and all, through the eyes of those who love you, and have never left your side. They were there, on the sidelines, cheering you on and giving you hope and encouragement. They were the ones who helped keep you from giving up. Of course, it was ultimately up to you whether or not to keep on fighting, but they were there to help and support you, which is all they could do. Then they just had to wait and hope that you would come out victorious. It didn't matter to them how long the wait was. They remained by your side until the end of the battle. And when you defeated the enemy, they cheered and rejoiced with you. You didn't give up the fight, and they didn't give up on you. You may feel terribly guilty and apologize profusely and ask for forgiveness. But they will brush it off, saying that there was nothing to forgive.
Now that the battle is over, allow yourself to celebrate with your loved ones and breathe in the great relief that came from your success. But don't let your guard down. You may have won the battle, but you haven't yet won the war. There are several more battles ahead of you. What they are, and when they will come, no one can say. So prepare yourself the best you can. You will no doubt gain more scars throughout your journey through life, both on the inside and on the outside. But remember, those scars are what make you beautiful.
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Do not discriminate
I think people bipolar, schizophrenic, depressive, anxious, ect
needs a lot of understanding.
Do not discriminate.
They are not dangerous.
Not even have to avoid them.
They are people with a problem that requires medication
You have to feel compassion for the mentally ill
Nobody is to blame for being mentally ill
Of course we must not isolate them.
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Cuts
It glistens in the dark
The blood on your razor
You smile at your cut
I grimace in pain
The thought of you like that
Cuts me inside
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This is not my fault
My family had time to get me help, but never did and now it's too late
Sometimes I can no longer distinguish what is real and what is not
Sometimes I lose myself
Sometimes I think I am a person with powers
Sometimes I have the urge to throw myself off the stairs
But all this is not my fault
All this is because of my illness
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Had some inspiration to write this this morning Hope you find it to be inspirational
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Beautiful