I never knew what it was like to have a ‘normal’ childhood. Between my Mom cutting herself, and when I say cutting herself, I mean with razor blades and knives. No joke. Blood everywhere. My poor little 10 year old eyes. Thats how old I was when I figured out what my mom was doing. I remember being downstairs and seeing something in a photo album that was on the coffee table. When I opened up the photo album, there was this small knife in there. Something just clicked in my head that day and I realized what my mom was doing. Cutting herself.