My self-soothing circuit is warped. I never sought out hugs, I never had a blanket or a toy that I couldn’t be parted from, for me there was food, and there was self-flagellation.
DISPATCHES FROM THE PROZAC RABBIT HOLE: On Learning to Soothe Myself
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