Breast Cancer Merch

Just linking these so I remember that I want them =]

Unitarian Universalist Congregation

Sisters rings

Ribbon magnets

Cellphone holders

People wonder, ya know?

They ask, "Why?" The thing is, if we even know, there's no way we can describe it. NO. WAY. It's not something you can just put into words like, "I was bored" or, "I just had a feeling I should." And just like that, it's not as easy to stop. It's not quite an addiction; it's as though some ONE, or some THING is standing next to you, about to strike, to kill, and the only way out is to beat it to the punch. It's like a monster in your face, or chasing after you, a fire raging out of control, and this is your emergency exit. People question the sanity of it, but if you're in too deep you might not even remember doing it. One minute you're fine, and then you'll have a fit, and then minutes, days, maybe even a week or two later and you notice the cuts, or a month passes and you see a few different white lines than you did before.
They don't understand it. They want to, but they can't. Or maybe some don't want to. Some feel sorry, concerned, want to fix it, fix YOU. Some are scared. They threaten, gossip, talk away their fears until the whispers reach your own ears and penetrate so far deep into your brain that you can't even tell what's real; their truth, or your own. Maybe it's all a lie and NOTHING is wrong. Or MAYBE, so much is wrong, and you can't find the words to express it, so you bury reality so deep that you forget.

They say you never forget your first time. Well, it's true of more than just sex. You also never forget your first cut. I won't forget my first cut. I remember where I was, what I used, what season it was, and what set me off so crazy. I remember how it felt, before, during, after. I know even where I was sitting, and what the room looked like to the detail. Some things, you try once and never go back to it. Other things you try, and never come away from. Cutting is almost 99% the latter.