描述
What happens when your brain cannot differentiate between self-destruction and self-preservation? You cut it off completely. You feel a split second of relief. Then you wonder where the fuck your head went. Did you actually lose it? Was total severance necessary? No and no. It’s been in your own hands all along. It still is. But now you’re covered in blood. The blood is a repellent. Isn’t that what you wanted? Yes and no. Sometimes healing is messier than the original wounds. Because now there’s no escape from the feeling. Even if that feeling is excruciating pain at the thought of being alive, when your traumas have already pronounced you dead countless times. Can you find meaning in your pain, without romanticizing it? Can you lean on others, without drenching them in your blood? Can you protect yourself, without sacrificing your head? Yes and yes and yes. You can and you must, if you want to stay alive. But do you want to?