Conflicted Anniversaries

September is my least favourite month of the year - every year. It's the one month of the year that I wish I could sleep through. Today marks the one year anniversary since the last time I tried to commit suicide. It's also the 6 month anniversary since the last time I cut myself and… Continue reading Conflicted Anniversaries


Crimson Tears

I wrote the below poem at 4am this morning. I wrote rather than cut. I haven't cut since May 2018. Which is an achievement in itself. My shiny friend of stainless steel  Grinning at me with her razor sharp teeth  Longing to offer me comfort and relief  That only she can; or so she says.… Continue reading Crimson Tears