GO! Tattoo Removal and my Journey

So I had 4 tattoos and my 5th one made me realize I don't want tem anymore. I'm on my second treatment for 2 and just had my first on the other 3 so this will be my little progress blog. I got my first tattoo about 4 months after I turned 18 and then about a year later got my second and then after that it seemed I had a new one every month until I got my fifth which is an embarrassing Nissan tattoo on my forearm. About a few days after getting it, it clicked in my head that I messed up and it needed to go.

Well, it has been about 36 hours since my treatment and boy let me tell you...I actually got some blisters this time! Mike cranked it up a notch to about 3.0 i think and that did a nice little number on some of my tattoos, got some blistering on my shoulder, some on my feather, and some on my stars... Will add some photos in the morning, it's bed time for now

like most days I wake up from a good sleep and a good dream and I am instantly hit with this deep depression. It' so hard to wake up and not regret the stupid tattoos on your arms. It really makes you think about what in the world possessed you to make this mistake. I was always a bright child and really never wanted tattoos, then i got one that meant something to me and I wanted more and more and finally i got one that was just a bad idea and now that one is scarred and I have to go through laser skin resurfacing to help fix the scars.

I remember being a little kid and going to the warren county fair and my dad was gonna get my a little spray on tattoo, not a Henna tattoo, a spray on! and I bugged out because I thought it was permanent. Now lets fast forward to the young age of 13. I was watching MTV's True Life: I regret a tattoo. I just remember watching and thinking I never want a tattoo, I dont want to be in these peoples shoes, that all must be horrible.
well, here I am, at the age of 19 with 5 tattoos that I am removing and hating every second of my life.

I wouldn't wish my greatest enemy to be in my position. This is one of the worst feelings to have and the worst situation because we have all done this to ourselves. Unless we were drugged, drunk, and/or forced, held down, or whatever and got the tattoo it was our dumb choice. And a tattoo that took an hour to a few hours to get now takes years to get rid of, and even then there's no guarantee for a full removal. Or you get put in my position where the tattoo you have the most has been scarred because of the artists mistake.

Honestly I am so thankful for my friends and for my mom and step dad. If not for my friends to keep me sane every day I probably wouldn't be here right now to tell you my story and keep you up to date. I know it seems harsh to say I'd end my life over tattoos but it's the depression that makes me feel this way.

And for my mom and step dad, you guys are simply amazing and I love you both to death because you two are helping me get my skin back to being ink free. It's because of you two also I am not going to end my life over this because as much as I need my mom she needs me and without me I know she would be a train wreck .

Today is one of those days where I could really use someone whose in the same boat as me to talk to. Feel free to comment all day on this, inbox me, or even email me at my personal email at ********com. please guys I really need your support:/