And I began self-harming for the first time in years.

You're tough enough to cut your own skin, the least you could do is try to gross me out with pictures. One for each cut. Both arms if you got 'em. The freshest ones make me feel the sorriest for you and shake my fist at those abusers who would write words at you to make you do this awful thing.

I'm in no way trying to get you to do anything you haven't already definitely done, or do it more than you already have. I just want to sympathize, I swear.