Anette
My name is Anette, I’m 19 years old and from Sweden. I have been injuring myself for about 2½ years now. The last time was 3 months ago when I had to go to the hospital and got 35 stiches. As you can see on the pictures (which are really blurry and I apologize for that) the scars on my arms are still very wide even if I got those stiches. I don’t cut myself to escape life, just to feel a little bit better than I normally do. I have a low self-esteem that drags me down all the time. Losing control over the situation made me call for help. I don’t know what would have happened if I hadn’t, but I was lucky. Although I cut so deep that you almost could see the bone in my arms, I didn’t cut any veins.
I hate it when people see my scars, and if it hadn’t been for the attention I would have been cutting myself all the time. But I have learned from my mistakes and I dont’t want to die. A couple of years ago I did, and I went into a coma after a suicide-attempt. Waking up from a 17 hour long sleep in a respirator and facing my family was the hardest thing I’ve ever done. I don’t ever wanna put them throught that again.
I know now that life offers good times. Times when it is the pain I’ve caused myself that drags me down, not the opposite.
