I read these posts and my heart aches for you all.
It's been two years since I last felt the blade slice into my skin.
It's been two years since the wonderful feeling of freedom that comes with it.
I still want to cut.
I want to so badly, but I never will go there again.
I guess you can call me 'normal' now.
But I am far from normal.
PTSD, OCD, Manic-depressive, former cutter; how is that normal?
I ache for you all because I ache for myself.
I'm free from the chains but I still wear the shackles.