Stop the World
4 min readApr 8, 2021
2019 Winner of the Biopage Best Essay contest
I am here today for one reason: someone stopped me.
The house was vacant, abandoned, and in a neighborhood a few miles from my house. I’d been there three days, hiding from my life. I found a discarded razor blade in the bathroom. I shaved all the hair from my forearms, testing the sharpness. My image in the mirror disgusted me. I held clumps of my shoulder-length…