Almost two years ago, I was struggling in college and going through a low point in my life. One night I got back to my apartment and ended up drinking a whole six pack to ease my mental anguish. In the middle of my intoxication I had an extreme outburst and In my overwhelming sadness I ended up cutting both of my arms and hands with a razon blade.


Those cuts have healed but they're somewhat visible to this day. Every time I look at my arms I can see those scars from many years ago.