I have been getting tattooed for the past 17 years, but I never understood why. I think I have found some clarity, so I figured I would offer that perspective. If you have tattoos, it may make sense to you as well. For perspective purposes, I want to note that about 70% of my body is covered in tattoos.
I remember feeling so much rage directed toward, my father. After every outburst of pure rage, I will feel relief like something has been released. To someone watching on the sides, the magnitude of my reactions looked excessive. I on the other end, I almost always failed to notice these outbursts of rage.
I struggled with my mental health for years but didn’t think I had a problem. I was riding an emotional rollercoaster for so long, I accepted these high and low states as part of who I was. I labeled myself as being a sensitive person. Emotions flooded my brain in certain situations while I floundered about trying self-regulate.