My Self Harm Story...
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Terminé lun., mars 14, 20165m
So this is only going to be a four part story - the first chapter a narration of an actual moment that I broke down. The second my definition of self harm and how I feel about it. The third the addiction and how strong it was. And the forth my recovery and how I made it this far. With this four part piece I am trying to help those who were like me -- addicted and scared. I encourage other aspiring author to do the same. Let's call it the Red Letters Campaign. Write your story and tag it #RedLettersCampaign and publish it. Words can change a nation, can they not?
** IN NO WAY AM I PROMOTING SELF HARM, I AM ONLY REFLECTING ON MY STRUGGLE WITH IT.**
**TRIGGER WARNING: CONTAINS GRAPHIC SCENES OF HARM**
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