I won’t pretend that I know what it’s like to feel the need to draw a blade across my skin, or to drown my emotions in my substance of choice, or to make everything just stop.
Certainly I can imagine, and being a writer, I have a vivid one. But I don’t pretend to think it comes anywhere near real life.
How much despair does one have to have built up on one’s shoulders to be driven to such lengths? How deep a numbness must one be surrounded by in order to need to feel pain to prove that one is alive?
I don’t know. But I do know that, while dealing with those people who do know what that’s like isn’t easy, it’s definitely worth it. I can’t fix anyone – I’m not a therapist. I’m just a girl with a big heart, and if what they need is to talk to me, I hope they feel free. If what a friend needs is to yell at me, I can take it. If what they need is for me to make mindless conversation, I can do that, too. If they need a cookie, well, I make awesome chocolate chip cookies.
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