How to See in the Darkness ONGOING

"How long has this been going on?"

"Well, I think I started in September so that would be..." I counted on my fingers, mouthing each month double checking before I answered. "Roughly four months."

I watched as tears filled her eyes. It was unprofessional, after all, she was my therapist but I didn't say anything. I was too busy trying not to cry myself.

"What made you do it?" She said, wiping her eyes.

The answer seemed clear to me, but I knew it wouldn't be enough. It wasn't enough for anyone but what else could I say?

"Everything."

"Ok let me rephrase," She said, "describe the day you started."

"Umm let's see..." I said, trying to search through my thoughts. I could barely remember anything anymore but I could make out bits and pieces. That had to be enough. What else did I have to offer otherwise?

"Ok..." I could see a vague outline in front of me. I wish I had the energy the day it happened to write everything in my diary. "The first time I cut myself..."
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This is a collection of my life stories that have shaped me as a person. All names are changed to protect my and others' identities. Please excuse any bad grammar or formatting I'm not confident in my writing skills this is mainly to help me cope with my trauma. If you'd like me to continue please tell me! This is a test to see if I should post the rest of the chapters.