I used to burn and cut my skin. Now I burn wood. I have found peace in the art of wood burning. I have found satisfaction in watching the wood burn and turn black under the heat of a hot, metal rod. Knowing it is not my skin burning, I realize how far I have actually come.
I am free.
Tonight, I laid on the floor beneath the colorful lights of my fake Christmas tree, listening to the hum of my inflatable snowman next to me. Breathe in, breathe out.
The smell of the wood burning beneath my hot metal pen was so pure. Like the smell of the first wood fire burning during winter. Breathe in, breathe out.
It doesn’t matter if my hand is steady, or wobbly, the final art always turns out beautifully. Breathe in, breathe out.
The day I realized I did not have to burn or cut my skin, was the day I realized that I had more to live for.
I can only be the best version of myself.
People will ridicule you regardless of what you do. So live large, be yourself, be courageous.
Be a good human.
Story submitted by anonymous human <3