Trigger

TRIGGER WARNING: self harm.

I was never a cutter, I am a burner.
For me steel glowing red, give me that rush others get from a razor. I love the whole process ; the burn, the numbness, the ache, the blistering, the long healing process and the open wounds – that I got to nurse for weeks. I have tattooed over the ones on my arms, but my legs look like a fucked up zebra.

I am really down in the dark place right now, grasping for straws to keep fighting.

And as I was making some food (which was a huge victory in itself), I accidentally burned my arm on a hot skillet.
So now I’ve been battling the urge to burn all night, desperately trying to keep busy.
Holy Shit, that triggered so much in me…

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