I started self-harming when I was fifteen, after my mother died. I didn't even understand what I was doing, or why. I used to steal pieces of mirror, carving tools and stanley knives from the Art room at school and sit in the toilets cutting my arms.
I stopped after about twelve...
done it again. I was clean of self harm for a, I cant even say. It was that good that I did not even count days as I usually do when I stop it. Then just one day I did it again no reason I just needed it. I failed again at becoming winner at this fight that I fight for a pretty...
as a way to cope with and acknowledge the truth of my feelings, even to share them . .
Has become a distraction from them
And added to the list of things I can do to avoid working on real problems . . .
So I have been myself again . . .
Will I do what i always do?