That must have been very hard you during that time. I am very sorry you had to go through that. Hopefully now you have come to accept yourself for who you are? If not, hopefully you are working on it.

I started actually cutting in the 7th grade, so I was 11-12. Before that was scratching and biting, or hitting my head/thighs as hard as I could.



Anyway, I still remember the day rather clearly. My friend had been cutting and she said it made her feel good, and I was going through a lot with PTSD and severe Anxiety, so I wanted something that would help me too. That afternoon, after school, I did it. The instant relief and distracting fascination turn into an immediate addiction, in which I have allowed to take over. I stopped fighting 3 years ago, and just allow the urges to be satisfied.

If I had a bad day, especially with flashbacks and anxiety, having a tool that completely distracts me was what kept me here for so long.

Self-harm is bittersweet...