Christina Machuca

Long sleeves hid the self-inflicted wounds yet a smile covered my face and masked everything that I was trying to hide. The razor blade was my lifeline. Everything in me wanted to put that razor blade down, but I felt like I was drowning in a vicious cycle with no way out. I went to church, raised my hands in worship, lived the life of a normal teenager, yet my life was gripped by a secret that I kept hidden from the rest of the world. Who could I possibly turn to?

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