H'okay.
I have personally been here, and yes I have the scars to prove it. One night on the phone with my ex-boyfriend... yeah...
But I can tell you one thing; you can stop if you put your mind to it. I was so addicted to it. It was my way of escape. Things got hard, I would slice down my arm. Why? I had to concentrate on the physical pain that I was doing to myself, and that took my mind off the emotional pain that was going on in my life. And surprisingly enough, I didn't feel anything at all when I had the blade running down my arm.
I took care of my cuts. I would let them bleed a bit, and then put some bandages on them pretty quick. I was not trying to kill myself, I was just looking for a way to escape from the pain that OTHER people were giving me. And the only way I saw that happening, was to cause pain to MYSELF.
But as time went on, I was always doing it. It would take over. Something minor happened, and I had to run something down my arm. I saw that I was no longer in control of anything, and that I had to put my mind to it to stop. It was hard, but I was slowly regaining myself.
I told some people about it, and they all just kind of hugged me and said that they would always be there for me if I ever needed someone to talk to, or a shoulder to cry on. But they also said that after I took the initiative to take control, I was a much happier person. They knew that something was wrong with me when I would get upset over just about nothing. And now, they all know me as the happy one.
Trust me, you need to find someone that you can TOTALLY trust. And when you feel the urge to cut, you call them and tell them what;s going on. They'll understand. Also, remove all sharp things from your room... yes... everything. I know, it sounds odd. I had to remove pencils, pens, scissors, anything that could puncture me.
But believe me, after you regain control of yourself and your emotions, you will see how stupid it really was.
I have personally been here, and yes I have the scars to prove it. One night on the phone with my ex-boyfriend... yeah...
But I can tell you one thing; you can stop if you put your mind to it. I was so addicted to it. It was my way of escape. Things got hard, I would slice down my arm. Why? I had to concentrate on the physical pain that I was doing to myself, and that took my mind off the emotional pain that was going on in my life. And surprisingly enough, I didn't feel anything at all when I had the blade running down my arm.
I took care of my cuts. I would let them bleed a bit, and then put some bandages on them pretty quick. I was not trying to kill myself, I was just looking for a way to escape from the pain that OTHER people were giving me. And the only way I saw that happening, was to cause pain to MYSELF.
But as time went on, I was always doing it. It would take over. Something minor happened, and I had to run something down my arm. I saw that I was no longer in control of anything, and that I had to put my mind to it to stop. It was hard, but I was slowly regaining myself.
I told some people about it, and they all just kind of hugged me and said that they would always be there for me if I ever needed someone to talk to, or a shoulder to cry on. But they also said that after I took the initiative to take control, I was a much happier person. They knew that something was wrong with me when I would get upset over just about nothing. And now, they all know me as the happy one.
Trust me, you need to find someone that you can TOTALLY trust. And when you feel the urge to cut, you call them and tell them what;s going on. They'll understand. Also, remove all sharp things from your room... yes... everything. I know, it sounds odd. I had to remove pencils, pens, scissors, anything that could puncture me.
But believe me, after you regain control of yourself and your emotions, you will see how stupid it really was.