To think that we have at our disposal the biggest thing in the universe, and that it is language. What one can do with language is … infinite… This may be why so many people do not write: because it’s terrifying. And conversely, it is what makes certain people write: because it’s intoxicating.
Something is in me that I can’t control. I can never drive my car over a bridge without thinking of suicide. I can never look at a lake or an ocean without thinking of suicide. I mean, I won’t linger on it all. But it will flash one me: SUICIDE. Like a light going on. In the darkness. That there is an out helps you stay in. Get it? Otherwise, it could only be madness. And that’s no fun, buddy.
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 is one about self-injury (self-harm), 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.