I needed people to reach out and listen.
Most of the time i feel noone does.
Then I get out of control and stop caring.
Noone yells at me not to do it, i don't discuss it with my family and drs don't think it is worthy of any real help. My family try and help me but they don't understand it anymore than i do.
I do the distraction things sometimes but i really don't care about not cutting. Sometimes i feel it is the only way to make all this real and show how hurt i am.

Nothing happened to me as a child. I have a good and loving family. The reason i cut is because i get out of control, my mood takes over and i simply don't care enough about myself or life anymore.

I hate drs and i hate therapists.
They don't care.
They think i can cope.
Why won't these so-called professionals acknowledge this is serious and not continually tell me to cope.

They are the problem. Not me. Not my family.
Them.