tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819060966829014139.post2049501723665950095..comments2024-01-07T16:05:33.403-06:00Comments on Who I Am Without You: SelfSarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01007257169361470843noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819060966829014139.post-9650769906979297942020-08-07T22:53:35.373-05:002020-08-07T22:53:35.373-05:00Thank you for sharing that me I did not cut even t...Thank you for sharing that me I did not cut even though I tried hard but instead of cuting I tried overdose taking pills of my aunt bitter and trying to drink chlorox all for gradesAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12077219376555995314noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819060966829014139.post-61440721338356977652014-02-07T05:17:15.477-06:002014-02-07T05:17:15.477-06:00Hi Sarah,
Wow. I am inspired. I thank you for yo...Hi Sarah,<br />Wow. I am inspired. I thank you for your blog. I guess I am not ready to be as public as you. I just wanted to write and thank you. I just read your post on the home schoolers anonymous blog. You mentioned cutting. That and some of your other posts about being punished. Resonated in a way. I was punished. The rod of correction. But I remember when I was at bible study when I was 17. The study was on submission. The other kids treated it as a joke but at home submission and the abandonment of personal self interest had been the centre point of my life. Any hint of self interest was selfishness and met with chastisement. Anyway at this meeting I silently resolved to be absolutely the best most submissive daughter. After I told my parents this they tested me by requiring me to submit to the cane. That became my cutting. To receive pain. To accept the pain. I only really just made the connection. I have known that others cut. I am strange. Sorry. Thanks for your blog. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com