dropped a mirror on myself and cut my arm (by genuine and complete accident)
now I can't stop staring at the cut and picking it, to make it bleed.
Why is it that this feeling of wanting fresh cuts never goes away? but the thought of having those cuts gives me so much anxiety it causes a headache.
what even is my mind.
luckily my husband just being who he is and telling me every single day "I'm enough" keeps my head above water❤️











