Kermit Says: Step Out of the Darkness *Trigger Warning*

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When I was in high school, I used to cut myself. Sad. Angry. Bored. Blasting Brand New, The Used, My Chemical Romance, or another popular screamo band, I’d take the blade I kept hidden in a little tin box and press it firmly against my right wrist or thigh until streams of blood appeared. This was more than a call for attention or a bonding activity between me and my friends. This was an outward expression of some serious internal pain—a pain I could not quite understand, but certainly recognized. I didn’t know where this pain originated or why, but I knew what I felt was real, and I hated anyone who invalidated those feelings. No one understood: not my parents, not my sisters, and not even some of my best friends at the time. I felt lost. I felt alone. And that pain became more and more unbearable.

It wasn’t until one of my friends ended up in the hospital from an unsuccessful suicide attempt that things started to take a turn. It wasn’t until one of my best friends bought a journal for me to express my pain creatively. For me, self harming was the only sense of control I thought I had. I was wrong, and this journal, in some ways, saved me. Trite, I know, but it’s true. I needed a healthy way to process this pain, and I was able to do that through writing and through music. Heck, I even wrote my college essay about how writing and music collectively have the power to positively change lives.

Why am I sharing this terribly intimate story of a lost, hurt 14-year-old Kirstin? Because even though I’m no longer her, she exists in so many others—whether or not we recognize it. Sometimes we wear masks and hide who we are because we think no one will understand. Sometimes we hurt ourselves because we think it feels good, because it gives us power when we feel powerless. The truth is, you’re human. You’re a complex individual who has ups and downs, good days and bad days (and some have more bad than good). That doesn’t make you a terrible or weird person. Just like any other person, we all need help. We all need a shoulder to lean on or an ear to listen. We all need a sense of hope and purpose, and trust me, you will find it. Don’t hesitate to tear off that mask, speak up, and share how you’re feeling to someone you trust or—like me—to a sheet of scrap paper and a guitar. Discover healthy options that will help you step out of the darkness and into the light. How? Be honest with yourself. That’s the scariest part of all, but trust me when I say you won’t go through this alone. I’m here for you to provide support, encouragement, alternatives, whatever you need. It’s not too late to heal. It’s not too late to love yourself. It’s never too late.

4 thoughts on “Kermit Says: Step Out of the Darkness *Trigger Warning*”

  1. I struggle with self harm too. Blogging is one of the things that helps me too. Congratulations on pushing through your struggle and reaching a better place! I have great respect for people who walk through their own internal hell and are willing to reach out to others still struggling with their own. Thanks for your encouragement and your selflessness. Please keep posting!


    1. Thank you for your kind note, Hope’s Hearth! I’m so glad you’ve found some comfort in blogging. Remember to take it day by day and never be ashamed of who you are or what you’re going through! Walk in your truth and keep finding rays of hope and happiness wherever and whenever you can!

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