Stories

Your story isn’t over!

I turned to self harm (cutting) my sophomore year of high school when a friend of my who self harmed glorified it. I came from a family of dysfunction. My parents were divorced when I was the age of 1 and both remarried few years later. I was forced to move with my mom and … Continue reading →

Will it? Will it always be this way?

Will it? Will it always be this way? This is what I can tell you. I started to self harm when I was in high school. It was nothing too extreme, just some carvings on my ankles, just far enough down that the ankle socks for my cheerleading uniform wouldn’t reveal them. Yes, I was … Continue reading →

What I would say…

I started cutting at 12 years old. From 12 to 16 it was a serious, often daily problem. I didn’t definitively stop until I was 18, until I was far enough out of my black hole to really see and feel how much it destroyed someone that loved me. I so desperately wish I could … Continue reading →

Battle Scars

There are only a few that know this about me. What I am about to say will come as a huge shock to those that have known me for years. During my middle school years it was hell for me. My dad left me when I was 12 years old for selfish reasons. At 13 … Continue reading →

From the outside…

From the outside looking in my life seemed fairly perfect. An only child, loving parents, pets, I lived near the beach, I had a lot of friends, my home life was good, I made good grades…ect. But on the inside I was lonely. I had a lot of anger. I resented my parents for my … Continue reading →

To Recover

An inspirational poem about recovery

Stop hiding. Let the light find you…you are beautiful.

It is interesting, is it not, the ability we humans have to hide? Like the world’s best chameleons – we can blend not just our looks but our very personalities to better fit in the world around us. But unlike the chameleon, the effect of these changes is not fluid. Our brains are not infinitely … Continue reading →

Light…

A poem about finding hope...

It was a long hard fight for me.

It was a long hard fight for me. I self harmed usually only when I had a bad day. Until two people very close to me passed away five days apart.

My self-harm story in one quote

My self-harm story in one quote: Nobody sees what we see. They´re just hopelessly gazing.

As part of a collaboration between the University of Guelph and McGill University, we are a non-profit outreach initiative providing information and resources about self-injury to those who self-injure, those who have recovered, and those who want to help.

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