Gulmp. Okay. That’s where I am. But I have lengths of happy days. It’s great, fantastic to reach for okay, fine, doing well.

Gee. I’m going out on a limb, now, but I’m not even certain that stability is attainable (just a sudden thought, wouldn’t have said that yesterday). Recognition, first: recognition of that which you think and do might not be in your best interest.

How? How would you, how do you, hurt yourself? Yes, I understand focusing on physical pain rather than facing psychological challenges (Good Gravy, I Wrote the Book!). Please, tell me? PM if needed. Or just say that it’s nothing dangerous. If it’s something dangerous, just say that.

Adult Selective Mutism? Well, you get your voice back, or the most common way, is via antidepressants along with therapy. No, I didn’t want ECT, but it worked for me and I’m grateful.

I don’t know. Do you read? Could you read one paragraph aloud each day? That sounds cheap. No.

I’m curious - after over one year of not using my vocal chords, I croaked and cracked for months. What does your voice sound like to others? To yourself?

Mmm. Right now, I feel more concern for your well-being than your voice. I believe that pain can be beneficial - but I’m a little sado/maso, so keep that in mind! - but not if it presents a danger. Never then, no, never. Never draw blood, never leave permanent scars, stop if the pain overwhelms.

Just that for now.