So I’ve been hacking away at myself for about 20 years. Sometimes it hurts, usually it doesn’t. Sometimes I’m intoxicated, usually I’m sober. Sometimes it helps, usually it just embarrasses me.
Many people that do this are not necessarily depressed or suicidal. I am, both I guess. Doesn’t really matter.
I hope my kids never do it, but if they do, I hope my own experiences can help them understand theirs.
Nothing good ever comes free, including therapy.
On the plus side, I totally made a butterfly happen.
Ain’t that something?