I never thought I would understand cutting till my depression hit an all time low. My best friend vanished on me. Something the I irrationally obsessed on. I have an amazing husband and son but the pain of losing my friendship was a pain I never felt before. One that consumed everything in my soul. One day I used the pointy end of of a knife and pressed it into my skin not enough to break the skin. There was something too that pain. It seemed to magically remove some of the miserable torment I felt.

Bazzinga, you need someone to talk to and/or meds but know that finding the right meds can take a while and isn't fun. But when the emotional pain is manageable the cutting will be easier to stop. Your basically trying to self medicate and though it seems to help for a time it will not work forever. Meds got me closer to normal. My next step is finding a therapist to see if I can find more clarity.

I'm 33 and my parents still don't understand my depression. Mostly because I don't understand it. Maybe get them to see a therapist with you. To understand why you do what you do. It is possible to get healthy again or at least closer too it. The first step is the hardest. And that is admitting there is and issue. The next is just as hard and that is seeking help because this isn't something that will go away and it isn't something you can fix on your own. ((Hugs))

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