She looks at me and says, Perhaps you'll escape. Day and night, this obsession. It's not that you have to achieve anything, it's that you have to get away from where you are.
His gentleness was unaffected by his pain. He didn't speak of the pain, never a word about it. Sometimes his face would quiver, he'd close his eyes and clench his teeth. But he never said anything about the images behind his closed eyes. It was as he loved the pain, loved it as he'd loved me, intensely, unto death perhaps, and as if he preferred it now to me.
His gentleness was unaffected by his pain. He didn't speak of the pain, never a word about it. Sometimes his face would quiver, he'd close his eyes and clench his teeth. But he never said anything about the images behind his closed eyes. It was as he loved the pain, loved it as he'd loved me, intensely, unto death perhaps, and as if he preferred it now to me.
My name is Gabrielle and I am twenty-eight years old. I began to self-injure at age fifteen -- so nearly thirteen years -- minus a two year period. This website was made to let self-injurers know that they are not alone and to help their friends and family learn more about self-injury and how it affects their loved one.
