Well, I got my angel wings at last. Who knew I would grow up to be one of those girls who gets tattoos and listens to Rock and stuff. Life is funny like that. Anyway. I got angel wings on my wrist because let’s be honest, we all know that I put them everywhere. The nickname stuck around when I was in my lowest and Redhead started calling me that and I loved it so I just started calling myself that as well.
The important thing is that it is right where my scars used to be from self harming so it is basically on scar tissue and it hurt like a bitch but it was worth it. Those scars and those bad times made me into the person I am today. Without those times I wouldn’t be fighting for mental health and against mental illnesses. The wings, my nickname, the whole Angel stuff is about having gone through all that and being still here. If I conquered those times, I can do anything in the world. Truly. I look at them and I tell myself: “You got this!”
It also reminds me to be who I am which is the true meaning of the angel thing in my opinion. Despite all that was happening to me, I still tried to help people and even now. I want to help the troubled souls because unfortunately I am not alone. There are many people out there suffering from self harm, depression, suicidal thoughts, eating disorders, bipolar, adhd, anxiety and so on.
It is about staying true to myself and continue to do what I do best – helping, being kind and being myself.
And it is one me until the rest if my days. Not forever. We will all die and turn to star dust one day.