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m e m o i r s   o f   a   b u r n h o u s e

a   r e m e m b e r e d   t r u t h   

o f   s o r t s

 

 

part one

I was sitting in that hideous cream stale room, thinking I could not believe the words that were about to escape my mouth. exaggerated tears were starting to reach the top of my shirt, when I finally told her that I needed to go into an in-patient program. this bitch just couldn’t hack it.

 

out-patient proved to be entirely fruitless for me and only empowered my aversion towards AA meetings and my affinity for taking the inside pain, anger, regret…however you want to fucking label it, and forcing them out my skin in the form of systematic self-induced wounds.  if some are boozing, then they best start bruising. such a tasteless notion, but grossly, it was I seemed to always adhere to without any recognition.

 

that was the first significant step in regards to me entering the S.A.F.E. (Self Abuse Finally Ends) Alternatives treatment program in Denton, TX. the only psych program designed to specifically treat self-injury in the whole fucking county. and yes. I was completely scared. shitless.