I’ve been opened, sewn, scanned, and sent home more times than I’d care to count. After a while it stops feeling like survival and starts feeling like routine. The body memorizes the drill, the mind learns to wait its turn, and somewhere in the repetition you start to laugh at how ordinary it’s become. “Cut Me Clean” isn’t about pain or triumph. It’s about the maintenance of being alive. You heal, you return, you do it again. Not because you’re strong, but because you still can.