I wonder if anyone else feels like they are alone on this planet: Damaged Goods-too broken to ever fit into the puzzle again. I have tried-I really have. Therapy, mental wards, rehabs, locked wards, suicide, self help groups-all of it–in the end–I am not like the rest of the humans here. I don’t get them and they don’t get me. It kinda sucks-I wish I fit in. I wish I could connect with someone-anyone-at all–but I can’t. I wonder when a person has been scarred so bad that they cease to be recognizable-cease to be what they once were. At what point does the scarring on top of scarring on top of scarring replace what is scarred over and become something completely different-no longer a scarred knee or a scarred mind–but a glob of scars unrecognizable to anyone…nameless….the scars have replaced everything that made it what it was. That is me. I am no longer able to relate to anyone here…no longer human…not plant or animal or human…but here none the less.
Defying Death 
When we can no longer cover our scars, when our wounds are there for us to pick at, we can only start a new. From the ground up. I’ve been where you are-some days I still am. I couldn’t cover the scars anymore and I broke. I hurt myself, often. I started my blog so I could renegade myself from the stagnant and painful past I have, and do it without anyone ever knowing me. It’s been hard at times, but immensely healing.
Keep writing. Keep letting it out.
You’re not alone. 💜
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Thank you so much for your comment. It is good to know im not alone
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Ok, so, I have OCD too, and I have to correct my typos…it a thing…sorry in advance…
Renegade should be release, don’t gone how my phone figured that was a better option. Sorry!!!💜
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