brave the world

[trigger warning for self harm]

I remember many times in my life where I have felt negative emotions intensely.

This is one of those times. Instead of me trying to paint you a picture of the people and events that led to this point, let’s talk about these crappy feelings in general terms.

Usually, my anger results from dissatisfaction with myself or something silly and trivial blown way out of proportion. That is the ultimate price I pay for being ‘sensitive,’  ‘an idealist,’ and forever ‘romanticising life.’ These labels all hint at, but not quite explain, the intensity I put into merely existing.

You understand me, right? In fact, you’re a little bit like me, I’m sure. After all, there’s a little bit of crazy within the best of us. We are not spectators of life – we are life and life consists of more than new beginnings and happy endings.

The critics (which are oftentimes from within) will tell us that we’re being overdramatic, illogical and crazy – this isn’t a situation where I’d tell you to ignore them, instead, I wonder if maybe they’re right.

Just like how horror movies aren’t scary if you don’t imagine yourself in the characters’ shoes, maybe life will be easier if we took a more objective standpoint every so often…if we just paused for a moment and breathed.

When I was a lot younger, I just cried and cried when I felt negative emotions. Then as I grew up, I resorted to punching walls; I liked that sting that blossoms on your knuckles upon impact that fades out into a low hum of pain. Eventually, due to morbid curiosity – it was inevitable really – I experimented with other practises of relieving anger that society typically frowns upon.

For me, one was just a natural extension of the other and, dare I say it, although I do not practise or endorse self harm any longer, there is still a small part of me that is fascinated and obsessed with the concept.

Let me explain.

Nobody likes extended periods of emotional pain, right? So we find our own ways to expel it. Initially, my feelings could be washed away in the form of water, salts, antibodies and lysozymes  (aka tears) but as my problems matured with age, my coping mechanisms ‘upgraded’ to compensate.

Just because my cheeks are dry, it does not mean that all is well. Oh no, I have become vindictive. I must inflict my pain back to the world. It’s both a cry of help and a thing of inexplicable, terrible, intense beauty, existing in what at the time felt like perfect retribution.

look, world, this is what you’ve made of me, of us.


as interesting as I’m sure you intended that to sound, will you please stop playing with your words and just tell the story straight: why did you do it? 

fine.

“sometimes I will feel really really crappy about a certain thing or certain issues and I don’t know how to express it in words or anything so that’s when I would […] so it causes physical pain then I can be like oh, so this is what I’m feeling, I can’t express it but it’s just so much pain and that’s, that’s exactly how I feel like. Another reason I guess, is for attention. It’s like hi, there are these marks on my arm. I want help, I need you to give me help, will you please help me? […] You just can’t stop, you just want it to hurt. It feels kinda good in a bad way if that makes sense, like a beautiful monster” – me 17/03/14

(this is just a personal account of my experiences and the reasoning of my brain, so it’s completely subjective)

When you fall in love with life, I guess this is what you get. The beautiful highs but also the inevitable lows that ensue with every relationship. Eventually I realised it was pretty unhealthy so currently, I get my cathartic release through writing.

I don’t really know what the purpose of this post is, other than bringing me out of a bad state into a much better mindset, which to be honest is justification enough for its existence.

I guess this also serves as a different perspective on self harm: how it feels from someone who doesn’t practise it anymore but also can’t bring themselves to condemn it in its entirety.


I was once so upset (I don’t remember why) and I started to run. I didn’t stop until I thought I would die if I took another step. Before I could catch my breath, I uncapped my water and started chugging the whole bottle down because I was curious about what drowning felt like.

I finished about 2/3 of the bottle before I had to breathe. I felt a little sick and a little numb but I kept walking.

On the bright side, the storm has long passed and here I am, braving the world.

p.s. there were a million different ways I could have told this story and a billion reasons why I shouldn’t have but it’s out there and to the people who know me in ‘real life,’ I’ll be super pretentious and quote myself: don’t judge me too harshly, I’ll pretend like I don’t care

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9 thoughts on “brave the world

  1. The posts title is perfect your brave and by the sounds of thongs you’ve stopped which in itself is an extremely hard thing to do, so I’m told. A few of my friends self harm and I think the problem is that a lot of people get branded for doing it because they are attention seekers, whether they are or not is beside the point its going to have damaging effects to their bodies and minds. This post needed to be said and I’M glad someone put it out there. too many people feel alone and like they have to deal with the bad all by themselves and that’s not good enough we as society need to make sure that that’s not good enough. You sound like an amazing person and yeah when I’m having a hard time I like to take walks but I don’t want you to think this is an empty promise, I genuinely mean it. I’m young so you might see me as a nuisance rather than a friend but if you’re ever having a bad time or anything you can always talk to me. like i said not an empty promise. besides that your Blog post is real and its truthful. everything the horrible truth is laid out on a plate and its an eye opener for people that do and don’t self harm so i guess what I’m trying to say is thank you x

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    1. No your Blog post reinforced what I already thought, something in this world needs changing, I hope you don’t mind but I put a link to your blog in my latest post, you should go chack it out I mentioned you a tiny bit haha again hope you don’t mind and again you sound like an amazing individual 🙂

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  2. Please, don’t think that that’s what you get for loving life… that’s what you get when you are not good at recognizing and expressing your emotions, and it’s not your fault, it just happens. When it happens to me, I get very strong panic attacks. There will be a day where you won’t even think about self-harm, you will simply feel sad/angry/disappointed/whatever you will be feeling. You (we, actually) just have to learn to understand what we are feeling and why we are feeling it! 🙂

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    1. I guess what I meant wasn’t a “love for life” but more so living super intensely rather than being very chill.

      you’re right about the not good at recognising and expressing your emotions part though, writing definitely helps 🙂

      good luck to us ❤

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  3. ‘Don’t judge me too harshly; I’ll pretend I don’t care”. That’s such an impressively self aware thing to say. You really impress me.
    I never understood why people are so often angered by self harm. As a mother, it just makes me feel like crying, and hugging the victim (yes, victim) close.
    Your clarity is a credit to you, and could help others also. May you be well, be loved, and be understood.
    Thank you for this honest post.

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