Carey
My relationship with self-injury began when I was about eleven. At the time I was exploring a lot of uncharted emotional territory, and I did not know of any way to cope with how I was feeling. I felt alone and hopeless. The first time I cut myself, I felt as though if I gave myself what I thought I deserved, good things would come out of it. It was also a desire to feel alive; to know that I was still a human being and had a right to feel.
I stopped cutting myself for a few years when I became relatively content with myself and my life. Long story short, that period lasted about a year and the cutting reared it’s ugly head again. I also became attracted to burning myself because it was easier to disguise as far as the clean up situation goes. All of this affects me almost every day now, and I have also developed an obsession with my food intake. But that is irrelevant. I haven’t recieved any treatment, and as far as I know, no one is aware that I cut/burn.
I hope that my story can help some people who harm themselves — know that you are not alone.
