Dear Cutting,

Thank you for being such a great friend.
Thank you for always being there for me.
Thank you for helping me out when I couldn’t continue on my own…

I’m sorry, though, because I don’t need you anymore, Cutting.

I don’t want this type of help that you give me. I don’t want to hide in a dark bathroom anymore while people are outside laughing. I want to be one of the ones who laugh.

I don’t have the time to give to you anymore, and you are too greedy, you keep wanting more and more time.

I am all grown up now, and yet you make me feel like a frightened little child. Swimming through tidal waves isn’t good enough for me anymore, I want to learn how to fly.  See, I have discovered that you’re not just an anti-anxiety pill…I have discovered that you are also a very dangerous one.

You are eating away my insides, taking away what little control that I have, and I can’t afford to lose anything more that belongs to me.

I don’t need what you give me, because what you are taking away from me is even more important to me.