Point Blank

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 and 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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