tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2445354648404556157.post7819055504777555577..comments2023-10-02T11:11:57.034+01:00Comments on Bippidee: RegretsBippideehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10499124986641789890noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2445354648404556157.post-19003551256738091642009-12-29T04:11:47.010+00:002009-12-29T04:11:47.010+00:00I read it all the way through to the end! I can re...I read it all the way through to the end! I can relate to so much of what you say that it's quite scary. Not about dancing, sadly I was never cut out for performing, but I have always had something inside me that drives me to want to help people (and write as well). My social worker once said to me that I could very well be someone who educates young people on self harm as I know so much about it. Sometimes I feel that glimmer of hope and wonder if she could be right. But then I look back at my 28 years on this earth and my brain just creates a timeline of bad events - that's always the way isn't it? So much easier to remember the bad times than the good. All I see is a childhood filled with sexual abuse, an adolescence filled with self harm, my early 20s filled with hospital admissions and suicide attempts, a period of stability which ended when my baby was stillborn, relationships falling apart and here I am back at the start, a life full of extremities and pain. I wonder why should it ever change? I believe sometimes that this is the way my life is destined to be. I understand you, I understand your fears for the new year and how tempting it is to just give up. And yet something - that teensy fucking bit of doubt - keeps us going. I have no idea why.. Sorry for such a long comment, should have made this a blog post! Take care xAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com