Chelsea
I’ve gone to this site many times, I used to post. I was addicted. Then, I just grew out of it. I’ve mainly stopped cutting for now, but that’s only because I want to cut on my arms, but it would be too noticable at my job. I know if I do cut right now, I’ll get carried away.
I come look at these pictures and feel disgusting, like there’s something wrong with me. I can’t help but think, ‘If my therapist, my family knew I was doing this, what would they think?’ And I realize I don’t care anymore. It’s like an addiction, looking at pictures. I look at them to make me feel better, and to make me want to cut. I see the blood, and I’m pleased. Almost excited. Not really a turn-on, but it sparks something inside of me. I’m not proud of this part of me, or of anything else really, but I’m hoping to help others understand and realize they’re not alone.
