“As my fingers slowly touched the skin on my wrist, it was like braille – each one of those bumps told a story. Every scar was a tale of pain that I wished away with every cut. And though I felt relief at that time, I soon realized, it wasn’t going to solve my problems.”
Published 10/26/17
I dreaded waking up. Sleep was difficult for me, as I couldn’t stop thinking. I was exhausted and yet, my mind was racing. I could barely open my eyes and my body resisted movement of any kind. I couldn’t stay in bed, though I wish I could shut the world out completely. Waking up meant that I had...
Published 10/19/17