You Must Walk Alone To Find Your

I Wish Adults Would Spend Less Energy Freaking Out About The Cutting Itself And Work Harder To Understand What Drives Kids To Self-harm.

I Am Learning How To Be Angry And Sad And Lonely And Joyful And Excited And Afraid And Happy.

They Tied Me Back Together, But They Didn't Use Double Knots. My Insides Are Draining Out Of The Fault Lines In My Skin, I Can Feel It, But Every Time I Check The Bandages, They're Dry.

I Am Beginning To Measure Myself In Strength, Not Pounds. Sometimes In Smiles.

The Stuffing/puking/stuffing/puking/stuffing/puking Didn't Make Her Skinny, It Made Her Cry.