Trigger!!


I remember the very first time. I was deeply depressed at the time, but didn't know it yet. My boyfriend had just left the country. I had a total meltdown that night. I grabbed a large kitchen knife, one of those bread knives with a serrated blade. I just wrapped my hands around it, and then, for some reason, started sliding my hands down the blade. Repeatedly. I cut up the palms of my hands badly. The next day at work, I had to come up with an excuse, so I told everyone I had broken a glass doing dishes. Luckily they believed me.