I started one night when I thought I was going crazy. Some "friends" had abandoned me and said that I "needed therapy" (I hadn't ever had any at that point). I felt like I could not contain all my feelings anymore, or organize my thoughts, and I felt so alone- almost as if I was dead walking among the living.

I got a lady bic razor and I made a LOT of cuts. I made several a day. Not too deep. Only a couple of them scarred.

Then about a week later, I got into therapy and I reduced the cutting drastically. Only cut a few more times. Eventually I made it through that crisis period and stopped cutting for about 1 1/2 years.

I started up again when I hit another huge crisis. I went back to thearpy again. And I cut deeper and deeper as I have progressed. Also used much sharper tools.

Now, after making the deepest cuts ever, I am trying to quit. So far so good. It's been two months this week.