Good evening my little nightmares. Seeing that I'm more of an observer rather than an interactor, I figure it's time to come out of the closet. No? k. Schrodinger's Kitten is the name, blogging is the game.
So this rotation is self harm. Interesting topic. Self harm is such a weird concept, we have systems in our mind that try to put us out of harm's way yet different parts of our brain convince us to directly harm ourselves. A little odd. I can't say that I don't understand it at all, because I do, more than I'll admit to. I just don't understand why our survival instincts don't kick in and stop us.
On a more serious note though, self harm is a big deal, 1 in every 5 females, and 1 in every 7 males (source), self harms. That's quite a few. Well actually, that's more than a few, that's an appalling amount. Every person knows someone else that self harms, you just might not know it yet. I, myself, have told maybe a handful of people, but for the most part, have kept it for upwards of six years. To this day I am still fully addicted to it. But you will never see a self-inflicted cut on my body. Cutting isn't exactly my cup of tea, I prefer my self harm with a side of trichotillomania. It's this cute little disorder that causes me to pull my hair out as a form of self harm, but self harm is not the only cause of this disorder. But, if you want honesty, it's not cute at all. For the past year and a half, I have had a bald spot on the back of my head because of my hair pulling, that I've hid by wearing my hair up every day, and only recently has it grown back in. I struggle every day with this, so I really do understand that people struggle with self harm, I just don't understand why.As a first real post; I think this is a satisfactory place to stop. Until next time my nightmares.
~SchrodingersKitten
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