I was 7. My window broke and glass shards went into one of my socks. I put my socks on and the shards cut into my foot. Instead of taking off my sock, I walked around with it on, pressing and rubbing the shards on my foot. I felt the pain distracted me of the constant feeling of shame. I remember sitting down while sweating because of the pain, staring at my blood soaked sock. I took off the sock and picked away any shards in my foot, cleaned, and wrapped it. I then found out the best part of self-harm: the pain of it healing.