The image you see above was taken a few days before my trip to a psych ward for anorexia. In the photograph, you can see my self-harm scars on my forearm and my shoulder blades.
I looked like a toothpick.
That girl you see in the photograph…. died. I’m not talking about physical death here, I’m talking about the death of my destructive behavior I had. That girl, Lizzie Herrington, was the mentally ill child of the Herrington family. She has Chronic Depression, Social Anxiety, PTSD, and Bi-Polar Disorder, and for years, that is what she defined herself as. Lizzie saw herself as nothing more than a useless piece of shit; one that could never be loved by another, let alone loved by herself.
So what did Lizzie do? She became the architect of her own destruction.
Lizzie would find anything (and I mean anything) to harm herself with. If it…
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