Yesterday, I gave up self injury. And I am downright angry. I just passed up my 8 year mark with it and now it's gone.
I always imagined that I would be the one to give it up. I would be the person saying, "This is it! I've finally had enough!" But such was not the case. It was taken from me.
Just like he took everything else. He gets this now too. It's like you're free falling and someone took your parachute.
It's like someone took my best friend. The one thing that never let me down. And it's gone.
I can never have it back.
I always imagined that I would be the one to give it up. I would be the person saying, "This is it! I've finally had enough!" But such was not the case. It was taken from me.
Just like he took everything else. He gets this now too. It's like you're free falling and someone took your parachute.
It's like someone took my best friend. The one thing that never let me down. And it's gone.
I can never have it back.
