I knew two things early on: I really cared about her and it wasn't going to be easy.
I learned quickly that the cutting was partly an attempt to "snap out" of the numbness from the trauma, and a way of "reinflicting" the pain, to express it, to get some control over it.
We were fortunate; my Love wasn't really suffering from a bipolar condition or depression.
I was always gentle but relentless, out to prove my genuine affection. After a lot of prodding, I got her interested in walking and even some beginner's tennis.
Sometimes the frustration I felt was overwhelming, flared into anger. I didn't try to just fight it, hold it down. I acknowledged it and let myself calm however much I could. I would remember that anger—striking out in anger—had been what started this whole thing.
Finally, with a lot of work and help , we made our way on the long road—genuine smiles, enjoying the workouts, the blades disposed of.
My Angel didn't bleed anymore.
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Cutting Arman Zhenikeyev
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