Anger

I started cutting myself after we made the final move from our little home in OH to SC.  It wasn't actually the move that started it, but I began to grow angry at myself and others.  Soon, I was trying to figure out ways in order to release my anger.  I would try jogging, walking, screaming in my pillow, punching things.  This last one helped the most, but it was also the loudest thing to do.  Then one day, when I wa sin the shower, I slit my wrist with the razor I had been using to shave with.  I was fascinated with the way the red of my blood pooled over my pale skin.  But even better, I got a pain high that took me away from my anger.  After that, I used to cut myself at night, whenever I had had a terrible day.  I never wanted to kill myself, and I never showed my scars to anyone because I was a embaressed about my new addiction.  It has been almost 2 years since I last cut myself, and even though the scars are still there, I have been getting better at controlling myself. 
LiquidFire89 LiquidFire89
18-21, F
Jul 13, 2007