My Affliction – Excoriation

The following article deals with mental illnesses. I have a complicated disorder. An affliction that people can see. It all started as a child. I would pick my cracked lips until the blood trickled out. My tongue licked the crimson liquid, cleaning my wounds. Once my kisser healed, I did the awful deed all over again. To this day, I still tear at them. The year, 2011, and the doctor prescribed many medicines. Why so many at the same time? My picking grew, now my arms, targeted, ripping the dead skin off them. Once again, the crimson liquid flowed from… [Read More]

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