LJ Howells
From a young age, I found myself grappling with the heavy shadows of dejection, persistent self-doubt, and the difficult reality of self-harm. These struggles were deeply personal and, for the most part, invisible to those around me. Outwardly, I became adept at projecting an image of light-heartedness and normalcy-using humour as a shield, a way to deflect attention from the pain I carried inside. Even those closest to me rarely glimpsed the turmoil beneath the surface, as I became skilled...
