I was able to go five weeks without self harming. It would have been 35 days tonight. 35 days of urges. 35 days of urge surfing. 35 days of ignoring the buzz of sharps calling me from afar, from the kitchen, from my desk, from the toolbox. It would have been 35 days if it… Continue reading Broken streaks and bloodied sheets
I've just been busily working away at another project, another outlet to channel the relentless onslaught of emotions through. This project is... A book! It's not the first time I've attempted to write something of a decent length with the hope of having it published. Oh no, my hard drive is full of unfinished manuscripts,… Continue reading hi! hello! yes, i’m still here!