Greg's Story:
Not many people know, but those who do all asked the same question: "Why?" The word echoes in my ears, and my stare glazes over as I search for the answer. Should I tell the truth? Should I lie? It's times like this that I wish I had a razor in my wallet.
Being an 18 year old self-injurer isn't surprising to me. Being a MALE self-injurer, however, is.
I started self-injuring to take out my anger and frustration, heartbreak and pain. Eventually, my "reasons" evolved. I self-injured to feel alive; to fit in; to punish myself. I knew I was addicted when I cut so that the urge to cut would go away.
It always came back.
As of the writing of this memoir, three years after my first cut, and hundreds--thousands--of scars later, I am four months cut-free. The road to recovery has been hard, but I will keep fighting.
LOVE is the movement.
RESCUE is possible.
