As a kid,I had an diagnosed ruptured appendix. The poision affected my eyes so badly that I ended up running into a glass in a basement door, cutting my wrists and arms severely. By grace of God, I did not bleed out, but I needed over 100 stitches to repair the damage. But that was the start of years of kids making fun of me, teasing me for not committing suicide properly, and other nasty comments, to a point where I wore long sleeves even during the hottest days of summer.
Thankfully years later I met the man I would later marry. He is kind and loving, and we have been married for over 50 years! He also reminded me of my self worth, and makes me see the joy in each day