●Everytime I go to a doctor I expect to leave with a body cast, and instead I get handed a plaster (bandaid). 
●I have lived my life collecting wounds that never got the attention they needed, and it was only when I looked down and saw them that they started to hurt. When you get injured, it usually takes a second for you to notice. The adrenaline kicks in and you carry on with your life not noticing the pain, to deal with the task at hand. Mental health works in the same way, accept the shock can last much longer. 
● There are wounds in places I can't see. I can feel the pain but cannot explain exactly where it is or when I was injured. I can pinpoint the vague location but not the exact one. I can pinpoint a timeframe but not an event.
● Sometimes I will get frustrated at the pain and attempt to close the wound and instead open one or many others. 
● These wounds needed medical attention when they were made, I do not feel as though that happened. So now I am left to deal with a scab that shouldve healed over by now as well as the many others I have collected since. 
● I know I need to address the pain, but I can only do so for so long. Eventually I have to lift my head and distract myself to subside the pain. 
● It hurts to see people running up and down flights of stairs when I am left to crawl over a single step. It hurts to see people doing what I cannot. 
● I had to break up with my girlfriend. There were requirements she had to meet to ensure I wouldn't be in pain, but there were too many. She's human and makes errors. I was not flexible. I couldn't afford to rip open because of one simple mistake. Even if she abides by every rule, they were made by me and I too I flawed. I was breaking and as much as I loved her, I needed to relieve the pressure. It wasn't a risk I could afford to take.

*these are all metaphors. It was the easiest way to simplify a complex situation