hope. dies. last. 

PART III — What Self-Harm Actually Feels Like By hope dies lastTonight the urge came back like it always does:quiet at first, then loud enough to shake the walls of my chest. People talk about “urges” like they’re thoughts.They’re not thoughts.They’re sensations — physical, heavy, magnetic. It starts in the ribs.A pressure.A tightening.A feeling like […]

Self-harm isn’t always a razor blade, a bruise, or a dramatic movie scene where someone screams into a mirror. Sometimes it’s quieter. Smaller. Socially acceptable. Pretty, even.

There’s a quiet kind of loneliness that doesn’t come from being alone. It’s the kind that slips under your skin even when you’re surrounded