Self. Harm.

**Trigger Warning** At 7 years old, I got upset. My sister-in-law had false labor. The excitement of finally meeting my first niece had plummeted into a gut-wrenching anger mixed with that lump-in-my-throat sadness. I shut down, stopped talking, and went right to my room once we were home. I found a silly cartoon that I... Continue Reading →

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