(Sorry if grammar, punctuation and spelling aren’t right. English isn’t my first language and i’m dyslexic)
so…I’m fairly new here but I decided to post my story to get things off of my chest and vent a little.
I started being depressed and having suicidal thoughts at a pretty young age and when I was 11 I cut myself for the first time. That very first time I did it just to deal with all the emotions and the anger towards myself I felt, because I had seen other people use selfharm as a way to deal with things. For a few weeks it was just that, calming myself down when my feelings overwhelmed me. But after some time I did it more and more and more until I couldn’t go a day without out hurting myself. I stole the blades from cardboard cutters in school, razor blades in super markets and tried to get as much sharp things I could hurt myself with as possible. At some point it wasn’t even something to calm me down or punish myself but I just craved the pain.
Currently i’m doing a lot better but I still feel like cutting. Today I did it again but I try to stay optimistic and hope this was a one time thing.
So yeah that was a summary of my story.
Well I hope you all have an Amazing day