Personal Reflection
Scars tell the stories we’d rather forget, but they’re also proof of survival. I used to hate mine—both the ones on my skin and the ones no one could see. They felt like evidence of failure. But over time, I’ve come to see them differently. They’re not just reminders of pain—they’re marks of endurance, proof that I’ve been tested and still here. Strength isn’t found in untouched surfaces; it’s found in what’s been broken and remade.
Reflective Prompt
What scar—physical or emotional—tells a story of strength in your life?
Memoirs of Madness 
With you all the way here Mangus. The scars that changed my life are invisible to others, but they gave me the chance to rebuild my life, and in so doing, I actually started to like myself.
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We call them scars, but many times there are the very thing that heals us.
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Yes, they are.
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Too many to count, and each one tells an important story. They build a map to the present. Being neurodivergent has caused many scars, I think. Finally becoming aware of it, acknowledging being different, and accepting it does tell a story of strength in my life. Thanks for asking.
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same here, thanks Lisa
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You are welcome, Mangus.
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All of them, my friend.
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thanks, Nancy
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Scars are cool tools for creative writing 🙂
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It’s almost like they write the story themselves. All we have to do is listen
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