In one of the few memoirs of self-injury, Caroline Kettlewell describes her recovery in terms of neural pathways—the groove worn into her mind, the wrong turns and dark corridors marked by her history of cutting. Once she learns how to stand the awful agony of unhappiness without reverting to the bodily jolt of broken skin, she changes the map of psychological struggle in her mind. [E]very time I gut it through and survive, she concludes, I’m reshaping the structure and the chemistry of my thoughts, wearing new paths less tortured and convoluted than the old ones.   Cutting