When I was 17, I crashed into my first major depressive episode just as I was finishing high school. During that time, I began self-harming often.
I was put on medication that made me end up in a psychiatric hospital for the first time because I was suicidal, but once I got on different meds, things seemed to be looking up.
A few years later, a physical therapist, whom I’ll call Ashley, found some recent self-harm marks as she was working on my hip while I was laying down and facing away from her.
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