I am a therapist working with self-harming clients. Then I started cutting myself.
Moments before the session started, I dug through a random pile of pens, rubber bands, and note cards in an unfamiliar desk drawer, looking for anything sharp. It’s okay, I’ll fix it, I reassured myself. “It was” an immense feeling of frustration following a difficult interaction with a colleague. I craved what I knew would …
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