For me, cutting feels the way a scream sounds. Except it's silent. Which, when you live in a household that doesn't know you're suicidal, is pretty important. On my worst nights, I cut in order to let out emotion the same way a scream would.
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"Do not be deceived, Wormwood. Our cause is never more in danger than when a human, no longer desiring, but still intending, to do our Enemy's will, looks round upon a universe from which every trace of Him seems to have vanished, and asks why he has been forsaken, and still obeys." -CS Lewis, the Screwtape Letters
Teen with (probably severe) depression
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