Enough

Sat on the floor, staring at herself in the mirror, an 11 year old girl made a promise to herself. It was her first day at secondary school, and she wanted to make an impression. Not a bad one, but just so she was never lonely. She promised herself to enjoy every moment of life, not to have any regrets, and to live honestly.

Sat on the floor, staring at herself in the mirror, a 16 year old girl made a promise to herself. She would never cut again. “Just the once” she told herself. She told herself she didn’t want scars all up her arms and legs; she didn’t want her children asking questions about why mummy never wore t-shirts. “Just the once”.

Sat on the bed, staring at the blank, unwelcome wall in front of her, a 20 year old girl was lost. How had it come to this? Stitches keeping her arm closed, stopping her from bleeding any more. Lack of control, anxiety, depression, bipolar; she had heard it all. She had tried to concentrate on the bullshit the nurses were feeding her, willing it to be true. “Everything will be fine” “keep calm, you have friends here to help you, don’t you?” No. No friends here.

Sat in the cafe, the 21 year old was questioning choices. It would be the easiest move right now to quit whilst she was ahead; leave on a low and everyone will question your highs. Struggling to fight the man that controlled her head, she left the cafe, and decided to leave her old life behind.

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