When I was a really fucked up kid I shaved my own eyebrow, pinkfloyd-style

, during a... panic attack?
At school everyone asked why I had just one eyebrow, "I was asleep and my brother's friends decided it was something fun to do" was the only excuse I could think off.
That's the worst but not the only thing I can think of... oh, also, once I threatened my dad with a kitchen knife because we were arguing violently, even though I knew that beating me was something he would not do. I did it to make him feel bad, later I realized that that's how accidents happen.
I don't know what the fuck was wrong with me, most of the time I would only harm myself.
...
Now that I've left all of that behind, I feel so good. I mean, it's a bit painful to remember those situations but I don't feel I'm the same person who shaved his own eyebrow, I feel... proud? about having left most of that behind. Even though some days I may not feel so good, I think that I'm a happy person (with a lot of things to improve). And I appreciate that "healthiness" a lot, maybe someone who has never lived such a fucked up experience can appreciate it the way I do, but I don't really know.