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I am no longer scared. I never knew really what the cutting was about. I had thought as a teenager that it was normal to use a tack, a nail or a knife to carve into my skin. To see the blood.

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I have never blogged before but this PM I was in a Doctor's waiting room and I found article about nkm2.  Decided to check it out. I've been diagnosed with depression since 1990 when I thought my issues were forced infertility, an alcoholic boyfriend and stressful job.  Boy! was I off. It was me.  ME, all of the smiling I did hid the sadness.  Started on medicine before therapy. Eventually worked through grief of childhood, missing out because I had so many broken bones du... Read More

THAT WAS THE STATEMENT I GOT FROM A FELLOW 'SUFFERER'...HE DOES NOTHING TO ALLEVIATE HIS PAIN, BUT INSTEAD FEEDS IT WITH SELF-LOATHING, RECRIMMINATION, AND GUILT.  HE AND HIS WIFE CAME TO VISIT THIS WEEKEND. HE USUALLY COMES ALONE AND WE TALK THINGS OUT AND I'M ABLE TO SHARE INSIGHTS WITH HIM. WE USED TO WORK AS RADIO DJ'S, YEARS AGO. ONE DAY I WENT TO VISIT HIM AND COULD READ THE MISERY ON HIS FACE, BUT SAID NOTHING, AS I MYSELF WAS UNDIAGNOSED AND IGNORANT... Read More

My soul is like an old glass bottle, very fragile, with lots of tiny cracks all over it. In that bottle are tiny, razor-sharp pieces of metal. That's pain. Anytime someone or something hurts me, another piece is added. The bottle gets fuller and fuller. Eventually it's so full I just can't take it anymore.

I show it to my family and my friends. They try to empty it by saying things like, "Just put a smile on your face, you'll feel better." Or, "Why didn't you just leave him?" Or, "It's ju... Read More

 

By James D. Tippett

 

I know I am a good person, bu... Read More

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