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Scars Can Speak

Hey, look ma, no wisdom teeth!

I had my wisdom teeth extracted last Friday. I assumed I’d be back to normal within two or three days, but I ended up missing a week of work and I took a trip to the ER for dehydration. I also had to keep switching prescriptions and ended up ditching all three for Advil, because [...]


16 alternatives to self-injury

I’ve been talking to a lot of people who have been having a hard time with self-injury lately, myself included. (Did you know that lip biting is a form of self-injury? I didn’t, and I’ve been doing it for years! I do it from time to time, and lately I’ve been doing it a lot.) [...]


You know that I could use somebody

Tonight I found out that my state may be creating an awareness day for self-injury. Many, many people cut or use other forms of SI — some that I wasn’t even aware of (Princess Diana? Really?). I didn’t even know that lip biting is considered self-injury. It’s a nervous habit of mine, something I’ll do [...]


Kill the Pain (Part V: Suicide Watch)

Naturally, when I got in to see Dr. Manzo — or Dr. M — my hand was no longer swollen. At least, when he looked at it. “I mean, you know yourself better, you deal with it every day, but I don’t see that it’s much different from your other hand,” he said, giving my hands [...]


Kill the Pain (Part IV: Full Circle)

Back at square one, I started to lose hope — again. Discouraged, depressed, and sleep deprived, I continued to Google my symptoms online. Time passed. Every little thing sounded like me. I stopped Googling. I started seeing a grown up doctor, my parents’ physician, Dr. DeLucia. The nurse practitioner I saw for my first visit [...]