October 27, 2017

The day I took this picture, October 27 2016, was the day I decided I wanted to stop cutting.  The uncontrollable losses I'd gone through, finally seemed to be mending themselves.  I thought my battle with depression was finally over.  I walked along that path, my last...

March 18, 2017

The first time my little brother saw my wrist was at dinner.  It was a hot day, I was wearing short sleeves since the tissue had healed over.  He asked me what happened--my heart stopped. I looked down at my left arm. I had forgotten my bracelets.  

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