Remember This When You're Sad: A book for mad, sad and glad days (*from someone who's right there)

by Maggy van Eijk

For me, self-harm feels like I’m standing on a bridge and the wind is so extreme it can blow me away at any moment, and then I find a little trapdoor that leads me down below, to another bridge where there’s no wind and I can just move forward freely. Self-harm is that trapdoor.