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Ryath
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- Apr 26, 2019
- 26
Several years ago, I would use anything from razor blades to screwdrivers, or anything with a sharp edge to not succumb to the numbness and disassociation that I felt within myself. At the time, my significant other would come home everyday after work and bandage my arms or chest to alleviate the copious amounts of bleeding. It wasn't a suicidal gesture, but it was a sense of not coping with my identity.