I wear my scars with pride.

Cause they are telling different stories.

Deep and heart-touching stories.

Stories about when life tried to break me.

Stories about the time I wanted to stop feeling.

A time when I wanted to stop feeling so much pain.

A time when I needed a way to silence everything I felt within.

The sadness and the bitterness.

The pain, the never-ending heartaches, the war in my head.

I was drowning, but I found a way out.

I’m not ashamed of my scars.

And I’m not going to hide them either.

They are a part of me.

I wear them with pride, like tattoos.

If you listen carefully, you might be able to hear each story my scars are telling.