Here’s a song that made me think of all survivors, and people with mental illness (eating disorders, dissociative disorders and PTSD)
She holds her dear life to the end of the sleeves in her hands
Covering up lies that she wrote with a razor sharp pen
But the steel of the blade
Is no match for the pain
Of the loneliness she’s going through
But we’ve all been there to.
Praise God we don’t have to hide scars
They just strengthen our wounds
And they soften our hearts
They remind us of where we have been
But not who we are
We don’t have to hide scars.
This song made me think of all survivors. 😊