This New York Times op-ed by Shirley Manson is one of the most honest things you’ll read this week

In this op-ed about her personal demons, she will become even stronger in the eyes of many more. He was tall and handsome and harbored some serious, unresolved anger issues toward women. Keep going. Having flunked out of school, I had no set future in mind. I didn’t even know it was a “thing.”
I had never heard the phrase “self-harm” back then, in the mid-80s in Scotland. I was having sex with multiple partners, experimenting with drugs and drinking copious, alarming amounts of alcohol. A secret that was mine to keep. The article is called “The First Time I Cut Myself.”
I didn’t know I was a cutter until the first time I chose to cut. I would often fall foul of crushing depression, struggling to get out of my bed before 4 in the afternoon. I was holding down a mindless part-time job at a teen fashion store, playing keyboards in a band more or less on the weekends and generally feeling pretty miserable about my lot in life. It was a secret. It was something I came to naturally, privately, covertly. I didn’t tell a soul about it. I met a strange, tightly wound boy one night at a club called the Hoochie Coochie. There were no support groups for people like me or any progressive, sympathetic op-ed pieces about the practice of cutting in my local newspaper. I was in my late teens, darkly in love with someone who wasn’t in love with me. This is an important read.   I should have run for the hills, but I didn’t. Shirley Manson has always been a strong female role model.
This New York Times op-ed by Shirley Manson is one of the most honest things you’ll read this week