Jodythinks · Love/Life

I wrote love on my arms

Today I have a confession.

I used to self harm. Specifically, I cut myself. Mostly on my arms. It started in high school, when I thought my problems of growing up awkward and not really getting what I thought I needed at the time merited a blade, my flesh, and the restraint of public emotions came hand in hand.

I remember what started it, it was a difficult vacation and I only had a very strict, controlling grandmother to look after me for a month. She was a crier, and I did not want to give her the satisfaction of “stooping to her level” of emotion, thus, the solution of bleeding myself until the physical pain took over the emotional.

It was a release, quite literally. When I saw the blood flow from each cut, it felt like I was releasing the demons that were plaguing me at the time. I did it quite often after a while, reaching for the blade for every miss, every slight I imagined from friends, family and authority figures in my life.

I did not cry in those years. The one thing that cutting “cured” me of, was that I did not feel the need to weep. I found a different way to express my emotions, and it was quite soothing.

As years went on, I became less and less dependent on the cutting. Call it growing into my own, or finding healthier outlets for my feelings, but the reflex to reach for a blade became less of a need. I learned to cry again, to scream, to rage. My feelings were loose, and I learned to be more like everyone else when pain, hurt and grief came.

But I am still not “cured” of this impulse. When things overwhelm me and things seem way beyond a sob session, drinking, eating, and all the usual relievers, I still feel the need to hurt myself. Scars are still there, from the last time I had hurt myself, when I thought I would never feel the same again, when I was fully broken and left to pieces.

I am healing. It has been years since I have put a cutter/blade/scissor to my flesh, and almost a year of not wanting to. My life, who seemed beyond my control for a time, feels like mine again, and my world, back to where it needs to be.

It’s not perfect, but it feels like me.

Why am I sharing this deeply private, scary thing about me? Well, I think because we all have at least one person in our lives that choose to absorb the pain themselves and not fight. Hurt themselves because of what they perceive others to think of them. Not think they’re good enough and just take the abuse of others. Take the time to talk to this person in your life and help them if you can. Tell them you’re a safe place, that you just want to be there for them. Make them feel like they’re worth more than they’re thinking. Know that it may not be good now, but it will be again.

I hope that in the future, I will never want to hurt myself again. I hope nobody will want to too.


I think you should listen to Kina Grannis’s In Your Arms today


Do some weeks feel like you’re running around in circles just trying to get your bearings? This feels like one of those weeks. While I think the time I’ve spent with my colleagues have been priceless, hilarious and amazing, the pace of meetings one after the other, activities, and other things have me lacking sleep and unable to quiet my mind to fully focus on my day to day.

That is why I’m listening to Kina Grannis today. Her calm, easy listening songs are a great background to just lying down and regrouping.

In Your Arms” in particular feels like a quiet summer’s day, when you’re having home cooked breakfast with the person you love with no plans for the day. These two lines from the song are my favorite.

“I felt my heart was trying to find a place for you to stay
A place where I’d feel safe”

What song are you listening to right now? How is it making you feel?




Because thoughts like these usually happen over a calm sunset

Last year, on November 16, 2013, I was supposed to close on forever. Happily ever after. Starting a new life.

Simply put, that didn’t happen. Things go awry, people change, the worst happens, and your plans come crashing down on your ears.

That doesn’t mean I no longer believe in forever. On the contrary, I’m a bigger believer of it now. That the strength it took to not just choose the path that was set, and believe that things will be better and there will be a different future for me, is still there, urging me on. Move forward. Be better.

These thoughts pervade my mind as I prepare to participate in a friend’s step toward forever as a bridesmaid.

What went wrong? I would like to leave that private. While my life is an open book, this is not just my life that’s being opened, so let’s not invite the internet to too much of it.

My life now is far from perfect. I’m starting over, at 27 I really don’t know what I’m doing. 28 in a month. I still don’t have the answers to the future, but for now, I’m stopping living in the past.

Do you know what you want for your future?