Remember the good old semicolon tattoo I got back in July 2015?
Well, it’s gone.
Don’t worry, you guys — it’s not like I’m not aware that I’m still mentally ill. I didn’t wake up yesterday morning and imagine that part of me away or anything.
It’ll probably always be there with me [because science, and also, poetic metaphor?], and it’ll always play some type of a role in who I am and who I end up becoming.
However, my game plan is to ensure that I always find a way for this painful [and honestly irritating] affliction of mine to contribute my self-betterment.
I mean, why shouldn’t it? It’s turned me into someone who fights my butt off every single day of my life — battling my inner demons has become as natural to me as breathing. That totally sucks in retrospect, but someday, I’m going to be so freaking strong for it!
I’d consider that a silver lining if I wasn’t such a rose gold loving lady myself. #RoseGoldTrash
But anyways — yes, I’m still proud of myself for pushing forward and always being my own knight in shining armor. Just because that semicolon is now [very skillfully] covered up (still, shoutout to New Breed Tattoos for giving me the splendid semicolon tattoo that stayed with me for three insane years of my life — my cover-up had everything to do with me craving a different, non-semicolon tattoo, and absolutely nothing to do with the high quality of your guys’ absolutely amazing work), doesn’t mean it’ll ever truly be erased from my person.
It’s still there [even if it’s buried under a ridiculous amount of ink]. It’ll always be there.