5 years.. That’s how long I struggled. From 7th grade all the way to 11th grade. My friends only knew about my cutting in 7th and 8th grade, but it continued well past that, clearly. It was an on and off thing where I’d go months without cutting, only to loose control again.. But, as my senior year approaches (something I never imagined living to see), I’m thankful that I’m still alive and, with the help of a very close friend, I am on my way to recovery.