How to Rein In Your Need For Control

I was embarrassed to wear shorts. The insides of my thighs were covered with tiny half-moon cuts and welts, formed by my own finger nails digging into my tender flesh. It hurt. But strangely enough, I did it in an attempt to not feel pain. It was my first conscious bid for control. Every month,Continue reading “How to Rein In Your Need For Control”