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<h1>Zk | 013</h1>
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<p>date: 2019-10-21
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weight: 13</p>
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<p>Let’s talk about something else. Please.</p>
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<p>One more question, and then we can.</p>
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<p>Okay.</p>
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<p>How far have you come since then?</p>
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<p>I think a long ways.</p>
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<p>You think?</p>
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<p>Well, every time I think I’ve come a long ways, I do something horribly stupid again. Every time I think I’m over all this, I tear at myself. Every time I think I’m getting good at talking about my mental health, I wind up in this pit where I have to destroy myself, to make it physically evident that I’m unwell in some invisible way. I always have. I tried to blind myself when I was ten, remember? I tried to lose a finger, a leg. I cut. I burned.</p>
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<p>Is it about proving that you’re unwell?</p>
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<p>How could I possibly prove that I’m too depressed to be around others? How could I possibly prove that I’m too anxious and sad and upset and numb to look at a chat lest the read-receipts show that I am okay enough to exist? How could I possibly prove such a thing when you look at me and see me hale and intact?</p>
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<p>You are talking about self harm. I asked about suicide. How far have you come since your first suicide attempt.</p>
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<p>I still think about it on the daily. I still obsess over it. Now I’m more likely to just go to bed, though.</p>
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<p>Is it so simple?</p>
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<p>No, of course not, but look, I’m thirty-three. I’m too old for it to be tragic, too young for it to be a midlife crisis, too healthy for it to be understandable, too sick for it to be a surprise. It would just be sad and weird, not to mention mean to those in my life. I’ve got that perspective now. I’m thirty-three, I’ve made it this far, I’ve worked this hard, and I can at least understand that.</p>
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<p>It’s easier to just go to bed and wait it out, or maybe just get out the soldering iron for a bit, because yeah, it still blows, but at least now I know it’ll pass, and five months down the line, I can do the same dance all over again.</p>
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<p>That seems rather fatalistic.</p>
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<p>I’m tired. I don’t even know what to do about this anymore, other than wait it out. My doctor got mad at me for saying I’ve come to terms with feeling like shit for a few weeks every five months or so, that that’s just my life forever now.</p>
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<p>I’ve just never seen any evidence to the contrary.</p>
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