This Is My Story

i used to cut myself not proud of it nor am i ashamed i no longer do it. My reasoning behind it was i have depression i needed something to show for the illness i had plus it was also a release to my constant aching my scars have healed to a certain degree. I still can see certain ones but I'm glad i can still see them because they remind me not to do it any more I started by scratching I know that sounds weird but i used to sit up at night and my wrists constantly felt like they were itching i remember scratching so hard one night i made myself bleed that feeling was strange i felt relief. I then decided to use other stuff because the scratching hurt anyway it became an obsession i think my lowest point was when I started using paper (paper cuts). To cut a very long story short (NO PUN INTENDED) i managed to get myself back on my feet and i never looked back it was only about a year ago I had an almost relapse i was feeling very depressed i saw my little kitchen knife on the sideboard I was so tempted I was crying sat on my kitchen floor so tempted but then my two year old walked in it was then and only then i finally woke up to what i was about to do I put the knife down and have never even dreamed about doing it again. x
myangel1979 myangel1979
36-40, F
1 Response Apr 25, 2007

THAT SAYS IT ALL RIGHT THERE. THERE"S ANOTHER BRIGHT STAR IN YOUR LIFE BESIDES YOURSELF. ONE WHO WANTS TO SHARE ITS BRIGHTNESS WITH YOU.<br />
TO FORM A LIGHT SO BRIGHT NOTHING CAN COME BETWEEN YOU TWO. REMEMBER STARS BURN BRIGHT FOR AN LONG TIME. SO STAY BRIGHT OKAY,<br />
BYE BYE , MONTSHOW