I know just how you feel but then again I don't. I am covered in scars from an accident. Those are the ones I hate, I wish I could get rid of those. My T finds it odd that I cut for the pleasure. I spend most of my time in a manic state going totally out of control and I cut just to take it one step higher and push those limits and feel the pain and get that rush and I don't feel bad about it or what I have done and love my scars. I have a sense of pride about each one I have inflicted on myself. My family knows I cut but they just don't talk about it. I cut alot under my wedding band and my arms and my ribs and ankle. In the hospital I took a straw to my room and dug it into my knee at night because I couldn't sleep. My 5 year old son asks me why there is words written on my arm. Scars from cuts. Am I ashamed, no. I have nothing to be ashamed of, just a sense of pride that shows me that I was in control of that blade and I knew to stop that day and not go any deeper because the Lord knows I wanted too. God bless and if you cut, keep it clean.

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