The build up to my first time is probably the most important part of this story. But the hardest to put into words.
I remember, for weeks, looking into the mirror and not recognizing myself. I could stare at that person and think, maybe, maybe it is me. I would move my hand to my face, and the person opposite me would do the same. But that person wasn't me.
For weeks, I didn't know who was looking at me in the mirror.
One day I decided to make it obvious. I decided to cut "ME" into my thigh.
If I do something to myself and see it in the mirror, then the person in the mirror is me.
And it worked.
For a little while... For about a day.
Then I spiraled. And I started to cut even more.
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