My earliest SH memory would probably be playing on the monkey bars at school. I would get blisters on my hands, then keep going, so they would pop. I found the pain somehow gratifying.
When I was fourteen, I lost a pet. I was overcome with grief, and I carved his name into my skin. A year later, I regularly injured myself with razorblades. I stopped for a year at one point, Ive started again, though I am not injuring daily. Trying to stop. It has been six years...
I know I've cut to deal with emotional distress, I know I also cut because of addiction. Sometimes, I think I'm simply a masochist, and leave it at that.
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