If I recall correctly, the first time I took a drink—an alcoholic one that is—was when I was four years old. On Christmas Eve my family at large, from cousins to aunts and uncles, had a gathering of sorts. 2,083 more words
As someone who struggled with self-harm for six years, I feel hurt/offended/angry
/disappointed when people refer to it as “childish” and “attention-seeking”.
No one I knew who self-harmed (including myself) proudly displayed their wounds. 226 more words