My Own Little Story

I have been cutting/hitting myself since I was in 8th grade. I am now 19 and I should be in my first year of college. In the beginning, no one knew what I did to myself. It was only reluctantly that I told my parents. But, now I realize how glad I am that I told them. I now see a psychologist to talk about my problems and a psychiatrist so that I can get my meds. I am on celexa for my anxiety/depression. I used to cut a lot, but now it's a rare occurrence. Not only can I thank my parents for getting me the help I need, but I can also thank my boyfriend. Every time I have ever wanted to cut in the last year or so, he has been there, holding me. He has never called me stupid over it or called me crazy. He has understood me and been there for me, protecting me from myself. It's a long road, and I won't lie. It's not easy. But it's possible. Don't give up hope. Talk to someone you trust. You are not alone. Who ever is reading this, I love you and I'm here to help if you need it <3