May 6, 2020
Okay but Jon Sims, hand splayed out on a desk, and a knife clutched white-knuckle tight as he tries to convince himself to just bring the knife down and take off a finger.Â
‘It’ll be fine,’ he tells himself. ‘You stab yourself once a week’
That’s different. A treacherous little voice whispers in the back of his head. How many times have you had to look away just to give yourself a small shot?
‘It’ll be fine,’ he tells himself. ‘You got your chest removed’
You were under anesthesia, the voice reminds him. Remember how you cried when you stretched the wrong way?
‘It’ll be fine,’ he tells himself. ‘You chose to do this’
And to that, the voice has no response
