I am not loved, I know that. Not in soul or body. I have never known the soft whisper of endearment, never known the peace that lies beneath the thighs of a woman. But I am respected. I am feared. And that will suffice.
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.