Bekah, it feels like a part of me is missing. Like there’s something I had once, and now it’s gone. I don’t know what I’ve lost but I can’t get it back. I need you to help me. I need to find the part of me that’s missing.
I don’t know what it is, as I’ve already said. I’m afraid that if I don’t find it soon I’ll start losing even more of my identity. I don’t know who I am anymore, but the pain’s just getting worse. You know the pain I mean.
I’m not going to start cutting again. I promised you I wouldn’t, remember? And I’m going to keep that promise. I keep my word, Bekah, though it’s hard for you to believe.
Help me find myself, before I lose everything I’ve got left.