I’m refusing to medicate these days. Things are going well and I’ve been substituting with exercise.
Everyone applauds me on getting in shape and using exercise the way “normal” people do to motivate themselves.
I try not to judge those who’d dare even use the word normal in such context, but it’s hard.
I have a new girlfriend. My family is proud of me and my friends are thrilled to see me again.
So why does the pain come back? I’ve found things I love and I still find myself waiting around to die. I won’t go back to cutting. I look at the old scars and it weakens […]