on Facebook (the one with the razors)
It hurts me to see these kinds of comments.
It really, really does.
As someone who is battling self harm, I can assure you, I do not do this for attention.
I don't want ANY kind of attention from it.
In fact, I do everything I can...
A one night stand with self harm
And all they see are scars
Like I don't know they're there
I see the judgement in their prying eyes
I feel the hungry flames of curiosity in their hearts
Everyone loves a tragedy
Still, in the end it is only I
Left to read between the lines
In fact, the last thing I want is someone pointing out my scars.
It's kind of a stress relief method, granted, it's a ****** way of doing it.
But it's oddly satisfying, and people who don't cut will never really understand that.
I try to cover mine.
When I sit down...
with years. up untill last week i hadnt cut in years, but i had been obsesing aout it. i called my boyfriend to keep me occupied but he wouldnt stay on the fone so i got my razor blade gotit so hot and pressed it rite into my arms alot of times it felt so ggood. later that nite...
or 5 months since I last cut. I've hit another red zone and I don't know how this one will turn out.
The need for pain, for that satisfied feeling of seeing that red line on your skin is overwhelming. I'm itching to do it again
Last year all the way up to summer was the best time I've ever had. It was just before things got bad at home and just before I started getting confused, suicidal, and started cutting myself. Everything was ok and I was dealing with my dad fine but after that summer ended...
Everyday someone I've never done anything wrong to decides to make my life hell. My bus ride to get to school is thirty five minutes. One kid makes fun of my laugh. I know it's a terrible laugh but I can't control that. Then it went on how I'm a nerd, ugly, fat, loser, will never...
its probably been about 2 months. so thats a good thing. but now there are two people at work that have cuts on their arms and it makes me want to cut again but it also makes me want to help them. i am a youth worker, so i know how to. but its so much harder when they are your...
and I can't help but think: I'm still not happy... I'm just not cutting anymore because I know I should stop but not even because I want to. I don't even care anymore I honestly just want to be happy again. But that seems impossible lately.!
if anyone will read this..I just feel like sharing something.
Okay......uhhh....about the self-harming stuff.
I am a teenager and I have a thousand and one problems.
I recently started cutting myself after an argument with my mom.
It wasn't planned,I just used the sharp edge of...
It's not in a traditional sense. I don't cut myself. I just purposely hurt myself. I've taken over 35 pills and have been absolutely fine within a day. I've thrown a glass on the bathroom floor and purposely fell on the shards. Literally right now I'm recovering from a broken...
since I was 13 years old. As of today, I'm 24. That's over 10 years I've struggled with this dependency.
I'm currently 14 days clean; two weeks. Before that, I was 46 days clean.
All I want is to wake up one morning and not consider cutting myself an option. I want to look back...
Although the scars are showing a bit more, as they do when it gets hot out. Also, I've been outside a lot and my arms tan a little but the scars don't. They stay white. Some are actually purple, it's really weird.
Sometimes my scars will hurt, like they will actually ache. I...
and then you become hooked. It becomes something you need when you don't feel you can handle things. It's been a while since I last cut, but I'm slipping again. I hate feeling. Just feeling anything. Its so hard to control it all and remain disciplined at the same time
feel at my own intecetonal pain and i love watching the dark red liquid slide down my uper thigh and i love the feel of of the warm blood driping down my knee and i LOVE the feel of the nice and freshly shapened blade slicing thogj my soft slin and it cleenly cutt just like a...
pray, to sing,I'm asking God to put that melody back in your hearts tonight; cause you to lift your voice, even though you don't understand.
Your Father in Heaven loves you, do not forsake Him...do not forget the benefits of the Lord.
God bless you.
and it's becoming harder to not do it more than once when I start
I feel so trapped, like I have no other choice, it's the only thing I can control in my life right now
I hate it
but I love it
The feeling of control
and impossible to resist
but I know...
and starts running around the house, what do you do?
You chase after him.
Until the moment you get the sharp object from his hands, you're in panic mode; ready to do whatever you have to in order to help him before he hurts himself.
He doesn't realize the harm he can do to...
It's not something people do for attention, if it were, why would we hide it?
It's not something "emo" people do, everyone who cuts, DOES NOT LISTEN TO HEAVY METAL.
Also, self harm is not just cutting.
I've done more than cutting, in fact, until last week, I didn't know I...
But tonight my mom found out that I was behind on homework again, and that I wasn't going to my teacher for help.
I took a plastic fork and scratched myself, and for the first time, I bled a little.
I'm a terrible person. I'm not allowing myself to eat tomorrow. I'm fat anyway...
a love that's never failing, let mercy fall on us.
Everyone needs forgiveness, the kindness of a Savior, the Hope of nations.
Savior, He can move the mountains
My God is mighty to save.
He is mighty to save.
Forever, author of Salvation
He rose and conquered the grave.
both times I was able to sneak in razor blades and other "sharps". It seems sometimes I really want to get better but other times I sabotage my own recovery.
I've self harmed since I was 12, I remember the day when I started. I just got home from school, I was in grade seven...
TRIALS or/and TEMPTATIONS, lest a fellow wishes to wrongly counter the write-up)
Dear Christians and whomever this may concern,
God doesn't give us what we can handle but helps us handle what we are given, because, just as impure gold is passed through fire and made pure, we...
and I am 16 and this is my self harm story.When I was younger i was mainly ignored by most as I was what you would call a loner who would rather be alone than be surrounded by people. As I continued through my primary school years they weren't the best but they weren't the worst...
butterfly method, I tried this and it fails to me because I would cut around of just scrub it off, but there's another method, it's similar to the butterfly method. Except you draw random things or some pattern whatever you like, and you cover the entire are which for me is my...
cutting! One whole year. I have one this part of the battle, but I still have to put burning behind me. I can't belive it's been one whole year. Man, life goes by so much quicker when you're truly living. Yay!I'm so proud of myself.
There yet is hope for you in Christ. Whatever your problem may be, and however seemingly grave the situation miay be, it is nothing to the Age of Ages.
There yet is hope for you in Christ. All other things are void of actual help. Some may help in soothing the problem...
for a while and I feel like I've changed a lot since I was last on here. And when I say I've changed I mean for the better. I've definitely tried healthier coping methods and I try my best to distract myself when I have self harm urges. I'm not keeping everything bottled up as...
I just felt sad. Everyday i would wake up slightly damp from my tears the night previous. Getting out of bed took all the effort I had to offer. Mundane tasks became impossible--and yet somehow no one in my life noticed.
I was 11--almost 12, in my last year of primary school...
run to Him, He will run to you
If you lift your hands, He will lift you up
Draw near to Him, He is here for you
Give Him your love, He's in love with you
He will heal your heart, He will cleanse your hands
If you rend your heart, He will heal your land.
Come now praise His name...
especially when I was dealing with anorexia. But I quit eventually.
I relapsed on cutting a few days ago, over the most stupid reason.
It's just the fact that I feel disappointed in myself that I did it. ._.
what they say.
Cutting isn't attention seeking, in fact, the last thing I was is someone walking up to me and pointing out my cuts.
People don't understand what depression does to you, just because they have a smile on their face doesn't mean they're happy.
Don't point out...
I haven't done it in quite a while but I really really feel the need to cut again so badly that my arms itch and burn and scratching doesn't get rid of it and I'm scared I'm so ******* scared of relapse I can't I can't do this again I don't want to end up in the hospital or...
that's made me go back to this but i feel numb, numb and cold and i don't want to do anything any more. i don't want to read even though i love reading, i don't want to watch telly i don't want to knit i don't want to sleep i just don't want to do anything. i broke the promise i...