I couldn't relax. Couldn't stop. My hand rubbed against my arm again and again. I should stop. It's starting to hurt. But I can't stop because I can't relax. Rubbing is supposed to help with the relaxing. But it's not working. I rub harder on my arm. It hurts. I can't relax. I breathe shallowly, my eyes wide and unseeing. It will go away if I just rub harder. If I'm able to relax. But the skin is red, it's starting to tear to bleed, and yet I still can't stop. Because I can't relax. I. can't. relax.
-Inspiration from an animal at work that was self harming.
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