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Some people hide their emotions, some express them, I etch mine to remember forever. This is about control, and lack of impulse control - but more so, it's about feeling, and not feeling. It is not about attention seeking. It is not about dying. It is not a cry for help. And it does not mean that I am crazy. It is a physical reminder of the intensity of my shame and inability to deal well with overwhelming emotion. Friday night, I came face to face with this shame when step daughter, in front of husband and Cam, asked about it. I lied. I know she knows I lied. It was the first time anyone has ever asked.
Some people hide their emotions, some express them, I etch mine to remember forever. This is about control, and lack of impulse control - but more so, it's about feeling, and not feeling. It is not about attention seeking. It is not about dying. It is not a cry for help. And it does not mean that I am crazy. It is a physical reminder of the intensity of my shame and inability to deal well with overwhelming emotion. Friday night, I came face to face with this shame when step daughter, in front of husband and Cam, asked about it. I lied. I know she knows I lied. It was the first time anyone has ever asked.~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
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