I feel like I’m becoming dependent on my razor again. Throughout the day, no matter what happens to me, no matter how mean everyone is, my razor is always there at the end of the day to bring me comfort in the release it gives me. It’s always there for me. The one thing in my life that won’t hurt me unless I want it to.
It can never betray me. It can never lie to me. It can never attack me. I find it comforting that I have control over it when everything else in my life is spiraling out of control.
It’s like a security blanket. Even if I’m not using it on myself I still like to hold it. To feel it in my hand. It makes me calm. Relaxed.
I can control when it hurts me. How much it hurts me. Or have it not hurt me at all. It’s a comfort to have control over something when I can’t control anything else.
I’m having trouble seeing this as a bad thing. If it gives me peace, why stop? If it makes the pain and the voices go away, shouldn’t I keep doing this?