‘I’m immensely depressed right now, and I cut. Sometimes, when I’m dressing them I imagine Jacob coming in and seeing my arms. I think he’ll be angry as so many people are when they find out but he takes my arms and gently kisses my cuts, my scars and then my lips. He scoops me up and lays me in bed, holding me close as we spoon. He tells me he’ll take the pain away as he makes love to me and he does, even if it’s just for a moment.’
Our words may not be enough, but please, please take care of yourself, amico mio. If you need someone to talk to, you are always welcome to send us a message (we will not divulge your identity if you wish to go off-anon). Please remember that you are not alone.
