Growing up I was a cutter but back then there was no name for it…I needed to cut to help me deal with the emotional pain that I could not handle. The physical pain was so much easier. I did it on and off for years and what made me stop was my children. When I got pregnant, the thought of my kids seeing my scars and asking me about them or worse yet, becoming like me scared me into stopping. It made me find another way of dealing with the pain. It was challenging at times but worth it. It is possible, there are ways. My kids are everything to me. When you find that something then hang on to it.