Today I have a confession. I used to self harm. Specifically, I cut myself. Mostly on my arms. It started in high school, when I thought my problems of growing up awkward and not really getting what I thought I needed at the time merited a blade, my flesh, and the restraint of public emotions came hand in hand. I remember what started it, it was a difficult vacation and I only had a very strict, controlling grandmother to look after me for a month. She was a crier, and I did not want to give her the satisfaction of “stooping to her level” of emotion, thus, the solution of…