EternalFlameSenior Contributor
The scars you cannot see...
This is how I can best describe my mental condition. After enduring 20 years of child abuse, I have scars, but they're not physical. They are mental scars, that when aggrevated, bleed profusly and send me into the abyss of depression and anxiety.
Even though these scars cannot be seen on my skin, they are always there, lying just under the surface, waiting for chances to re-open again. Sometimes I am sociable, outgoing and easy to get along with, but sometimes I can be angry, aggressive and hateful. Of course I never mean what I say in my fits of rage, but people cannot understand me properly becasue they can only see what's on the surface.
I have tried to stitch the re-opened scars back together, only for the stitching to erode away from life's unforgiving nature, and for those scars to bleed again and again. It's the same old cycle, day-in and day-out.
I grow tired of this continual pattern. I want to change for the better, but I think I'm only making things worse, aggrevating those scars over and over again.
