Warning: This may not be the best self-care method, but it’s an option if you like that kind of thing.
My story is not over.
I warned everyone last week that today’s post was going to be a bit emotional (for me anyway), especially as I never really open up about anything. I’m not really going to open up today, just skim over certain things that have shaped the person I’ve become.
On this day six years ago, I entered hospital because I’d done something pretty stupid. Since then, I’ve been in a total number of six times. My head normally gets a little messed up around this time unsurprisingly, so instead of letting myself wallow, I decided to get my first (and second) tattoo. Refocusing what could be mental pain into a little irremovable message to never forget to continue fighting.
If you know the symbolism behind the semicolon tattoo, then yes, I am that cliché but I don’t care (sassy lady emoji). I’ve been umm-ing and ahh-ing over getting it for the past five years, so what better time to get it than today. The triangle I actually decided on last night, but the symbolism seemed pretty fitting – connecting the past, present and future. I’m absolutely in love with them.
Did it hurt? Well, no, just a vibration, but I have a very high pain threshold. When I had appendicitis, I actually apologised to the doctors before surgery in case there was nothing wrong with me. An routine half hour operation turned into two and a half hours because there was so much build up in my stomach from where it had burst (graphic, soz). I was well prepared for a lot of pain though, especially as that part of the wrist is so tender with a lot of tendons, yet I enjoyed it – it just felt like a little vibration.
All in all, I’ve managed to turn what could have been a very sad, messy day into a positive experience that will be with me the rest of my life – much like the memories of what happened six years ago.