I remember feeling so angry at this time. I do not know what the anger was about. I wanted to cut my left hand off at the wrist and throw it away. I was so angry, I was so hurt. I believed that I would feel no pain in severing my hand from the wrist. I believed that I could do me no physical or emotional harm by mutilating my hand an act of violence towards self.
A time when the medium of art therapy has helped us in our despair .. our desperation .. in overwhelming feelings of self hatred ... putridness ..
