Laura's Story: Chapter Two

Warning: This update contains themes that may cause distress to some readers. This includes self-harm. If you, or someone close to you, requires mental-health support, please contact a helpline. If you are residing in the U.K. one of many available helplines are Samaritans who can be contacted at: 116 123. They are available to contact 24 hours a day. Remember, it's important to talk and it's okay to ask for help.
I was discreet. The scars that marked my body were carefully hidden away from view so nobody could see them. So nobody could see the pain that I felt. Until they did... Max did. He caught me off-guard and immediately confronted me, questioning if I was to blame for the scars that marked my body. I tried to deny it, but the excuses failed me. Having to explain why I was mutilating myself was the most damning thing I've ever had to do. Now, I had to accept that he knew something was wrong and I had to explain why.
He wanted to know everything and I realised that I couldn't withhold the information anymore, so all my darkest fears and worries spilled out. When I held those scissors close and pushed them, deep, piercing my skin, it hurt. But it brought me some brief comfort. All the pain inside was brought to the outside in physical pain, rather than mental torture. I was punishing myself, like I wanted. I truly believed that this is what I deserved.
It had been going on for several months. I continued to rip at the same scar, over and over again. The severity of the damage was clear to see. Permanent damage was all-but certain. I felt a sense of anger from Max when he questioned me, but an overriding sense of sympathy and guilt. A guilt that he hadn't been able to witness this sooner, but I explained that it wasn't his fault and instead the blame lie with me. I deliberately prevented him from witnessing this and if I had my way, it would continued to have been withheld from his knowledge.
That night was the most painful of my life. The pain I felt seemed worse than the physical pain of mutilating my skin. But there was a relief that Max was now able to share the grief I felt regarding the death of my best friend. It made me question why I never told him and why I let this haunt over me for so long, because I knew that he was the one person who would understand me. Yet, when you're in such a dark place, it alienates you from everyone and the fear you feel is like no other. It wants to isolate you. And it succeeded, in my case.
I was reluctant to seek help, but Max consoled me and we began the process together. It took weeks of persuading. Over the course of September, I began seeing a counsellor. The discussions we had were thorough and Max discovered a lot more about me, yet continued to be supportive and loving. I explained the guilt I felt and although it brought a lot of deep, dark secrets to the forefront of my mind, our discussions meant I was able to rid of them, with time.
The initial feeling of counselling brought a lot of anxiety. However, I soon realised it was something that was there to help, and whilst it doesn't work for some, it certainly helped me in ridding myself of so much darkness that was cast over my life. I felt like I wasn't alone anymore. I wasn't isolated. I was able to share my experiences without the fear of being judged. I was listened to and understood.
Maybe this process was going to be the beginning of the rest of my life...
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Scouter: He's brilliant! Shame he didn't work out for you at Salzburg.

Justice: These puns will never end, will they?
Jack: Accept it, he's gone!

LFC: Like I said to Jack, September is a great chance to build some momentum for the rest of the season.
Maguire: Frustrating is definitely the word to describe that Freiburg game, but we move on!