Originally posted on Medium
Trigger warning: This post contains pictures of self-harm scars
When I was a teenager, I used to suffer from depression, which led to self-harm. I’ve talked about my story (and what tactics I used to try and overcome it) over on the amazing Heads Above The Waves, so I won’t repeat it here.
Instead, this post talks about my reason for getting my new tattoos.
It’s not every day a 33-year-old decides to get quite sizeable tattoos on the tops of both arms. Some people who have known me for years were a bit like “oh, ok then” when they first saw or heard about my new ink, but there was a reason for getting them — and it was something that I’d been planning to get sorted for years.
The worst of my self-harming took place around the ages of 18–20, and took place at the tops of my arms. I don’t think I’ve self-harmed since I was about 20 — so 13-ish years ago — and at the time, someone said to me that they’d probably fade and disappear completely within 5–10 years. However, a few years beyond that and they’re still pretty prominent; noticeable white lines criss-crossing around the outside of both of my arms, the lower scars of which would usually be visible if I was wearing a short-sleeved t-shirt.