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I really need to slit my wrists open.
I am currently getting over my addiction to self harm. All up and down my legs are scars from me cutting myself. The relief it gave me and the endorphins it released were so nice, but I've promised my girlfriend I'd stop. Penguin, I love you!!
i have been clean from self harm for two and a half years. i am going to break that clean streak today.
I cut myself. At first it only happened when I had a bad time or when something bad happened, when I got a bad grade or when my parents fought again for example.
But with time, I cut myself more often, sometimes just because I was bored.
I just cut myself in places where the cuts can't be seen, legs and belly mostly.
There also was a time where I haven't cut myself, but after a while I started again.
No one knows about it but I really wanna talk about it to someone but I'm too scared.
I argued with a friend of mine because he said things to me that hurt me very much.
I told him to stop but he kept on nagging and making jokes way below the belt.
It hurt really bad because he said some mean stuff about my personality.
I, then, told him my opinion on him and now he's mad at me! It wasn't even the bad stuff I think about him.
I'm writing this because I urge to cut myself again.
Haven't done it for a while ... well, I guess one or two weeks.
In the last few weeks, I felt so weak, so vulnerable.
The only thing that helps is cutting.
I'd cut with a razor blade I got from tech class. I took it home, I cut in my ankle. It did this 6-7 times. One time when I was visiting my mom, (she had known about my depression). I was crying. I was saying I wasn't a good person which I still think I'm not. That's when she noticed the cuts. I was in a fetal position. My scars were completely noticeable at that time and I was wearing flip-flops. My mom wants me on medication, but I've seen what that's done to people. So when I was leaving my mom to go back to my dad, she told me I was faking depression for attention. In the car she told me I was trying to show her my scars, faking my anxiety attacks sometimes panic attacks and my depression all together,
Last year I started it felt really good when spilt my skin open I didn't want my parents to know they found out they told me to stop or else I did, this year I started again I told my friends one of them he said he will be there for me the other you are all g but he told my sister I feel really bad I made so much people cry because I self harm he said is it really necessary to cut I just cant stop its like drug everyone in my school knows some how when I walk into the school I get looks it scares me that people hate me now ' if you really care about me then don't tell' I say some people don't understand me I get really upset I need to cut I couldn't eat I cant sleep I told my friends I'm the middle of the night to help me he did but I'm still cutting but I cant if I do my sister will tell my parents so at camp because camp is coming soon I'm gonna cut there no one can stop there's way more for this confession but I gotta go...
This is going to be a long one
Currently rn im 12 and when it was 2020 nov 11 my dad passed away and ofci was devastated im still not over it but fast forward to the end of May I had to move in with my bsf and like after a month of living with her I started cutting bcs of how sad I was and bcs of how much I wanted to kms I just couldn't bring my self to do it bcs I was scared for some reason but when I told her abt my cutting she responded with "really damm bro SAME I DO IT TOO!" And she nly had like to tiny cuts on her arm but I had asked her why she did it and she said "idek why I do it im not even sad" I was mad, sad
I was thinking how could my own "bsf" do that. My mom at the time compared me to my bsf bcs she dressed more girly than me that really broke my heart bcs my own mother told me that to my face and she even calls me fat, useless, idiot, etc. We ended up moving on June and I was still cutting my self that whole time. When it was around the 5 of July my bsf had came over my new house she had stayed 4 days one of those 4 days my mom and I got into a huge argument and she called me all types of bad names and u cried and cried alot and ended up cutting really bad and they were all pretty deep and both my sister found out abt it (my cutting) and my big sis took away my razor. Okay so my siblings have a counselor she's been with is for 4 years now and yesterday (August 1st) she came over to my house and she took me to get school supplies (it was only me and her) and we also got McDonald's after we were done eating in her car I was ded up telling her abt my cutting and scuicide thoughts and she told me that I need therapy, now she has to talk to my mom abt it and im scared of how my mom is gona react and what she's gonna think abt my cutting.
I have undiagnosed depression and anxiety. I am going to cut today with a razor. I often have suicidal thoughts.
I cut every night. I'm so depressed. It makes me feel good for one second than I cut again to get the good feeling back.
This is gonna age like a fine cup of piss, but...
I'm something of an activist, and it's a huge part of the resason why I'm majoring in social work,but despite my campus having a strong social work program, it's tough to find a cause I'm genuinely passionate about as I attend a predominantly conservative campus. However, I thought that since I'm Asian and recently a few other Asian students had recently formed an Asian American Association this past semester and I was somewhat involved in the planning process that I could use it for my advocacy as a student activist. However, I soon got removed from the group me (we also have a discord, but we use the group me chat as our main platform for communication) for pushing certain "ideas" that people were "uncomfortable" with, despite there having been some arguments among the leaders and admins, as only one person removed me with little to no input from the leaders. I sat down a while back to speak to the advisor, who had zero involvement in all of the group me stuff, and when I asked for a follow up, I got an email back pretty much saying the same thing: the chat was created for "light hearted" reasons and they didn't want me making it uncomfortable. I didn't respond to it until a few days ago. I claimed that them taking me out of the chat had sent me on a downward spiral, how it had caused me to cut again, how it had caused me to stop eating.
It was all a lie. I just thought that I could guilt trip them a little to get back in the chat. I honestly don't feel much if any remorse over this.
I'm a 17 year old female. I cut my self for years but little did anyone know. My family lacked to noticed and little did they know I needed and wanted help. 6-9th grade I spent my days crying in the bath tub slowly taking a razor to my thighs and my wrist. I would just look and watch the blood escape my body as tears fell onto my fresh cuts. My boyfriend didn't know neither did my friends... it took me 3 and a half years to find different ways to cope. I haven't touched a razor since then and I don't plan on it now. It's just so disappointing that not even my family or friends noticed...
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