I used to cut A LOT. Sometimes, for no particular reason. It became so much of a part of my life style that I would cut out of boredom. It was really taking over my life. See, I didn't cut in places like ankles or wrists so nobody would know but I cut on my thighs. That didn't stop the pain. The cuts from my razors would sting for days. It would hurt when I walked even. I wanted to stop but even though I was getting better, when I got into a really bad moodswing I would find myself cutting again.

I found the site Givesmehope.com a few months ago. I still suffer from the same depression and the same bad feelings. But, whenever I feel like I have to cut I go on that site. I don't know what it is about it. It shows me the good side of life, I guess. The miracles, the dreams of those with nothing, ways to prevail through everything life might throw at you, but most of all, it's written by people who care about others.

And that's all I wanted to say is that the site helped me and it might help you too, because I know where you're coming from. Cutting was my heroin. It was an addiction I needed to end, and now I'm cut-free because I've found my hope.