Stories

Grade eight is when I started, I needed a release. I needed something to show me that I wasn't numb to the world around me and that I truly could feel something, even though that something I would feel meant feeling pain.... I did it, so that I could feel human.

The pain is real. The scars last. Your soul is hurt. Your heart is broken. On your skin you try to make it a canvas of the chaos inside. When clarity comes you'll see, self harm for what it really is~the soul's injury. You are not through. You are not done, you matter. No one can say otherwise. Your value is not in your scars or your pain. Your past will never define you. Don't give up. Don't lose hope. Stay alive. There is only one you in existence. There will never be another you. Even though you don't have the answers and you hurt. Please, don't stop fighting. Keep going. You're going to make it through.

I'm sharing my story tonight as I fight the urge to self injure. I starting cutting when I was 15 years old.

I was 9 when I started using self harm as a way to distract myself from my emotional problems.

I tend to get very attached to celebtrities that are inspiring.

I'm over a year clean and even though I've made it this far that doesn't mean I don't get the want, or need sometimes. But I've learned something, something that's kept me from giving in or giving up. I am bigger, better, braver. I am bigger than the want to cut, I am better than how I may feel sometimes, and I am brave enough to talk about my problems. I am still here, I am still breathing, I am alive, so let me live.

things used to be at a point where i decided to self-harm , and to become unaware of all the people there for me , i was never alone , deciding to stop self-harming was an emotional thing at the time but i decided change was the best , change is the key of everything , love, laugh and live happily (: we should cherish all the good and just know that everything does get better , if you self-harm let a trusted adult know, its never late to stop , people love you , never forget

You can see a scar and see hurt. But I prefer to look at my scars and see healing.

Urges and relapses are going to happen, they are a part of the recovery process. The point is to make the amount of time between the relapses longer until the urges are no longer there.

People see your scars rather you know it or not. I have a faithful man in my life and have a child on the way we have been together now for four months and before we became a couple he knew I was troubled. He knew I had been through some terrible things,he also knew I self harmed myself he just wasn't completely for sure what I was doing to myself. Now he knows why I did it, he also knows I was a cutter. There is no secrets anymore. It feels great not to worry about that no more it also feels good to know my scars don't define me they remind me I survived!