Copyright, Christi

I’ve been cutting myself in various ways since I was about ten years of age. I have been hospitalized for it many times and I am even in foster care as a result of my addiction to the unexplainable pain I get from sliding that blade across my wrist or digging that dirty safety pin into my leg, digging deeper with each letter to spell the words “Life Sucks” or “Fuck You”. As a result of those actions I can no longer wear shorts or capri pants when the weather becomes deadly hot. Although I have been doing somewhat better with my problem I’m still not healed completely and probably never will be. It’s a constant everyday battle not to go pick up that razor, safety pin or any other sharp object. The only thing that matters is that I can work hard to keep myself safe in this moment and this moment only.


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