Christina
My name is Christina. I’ve been SI’ing for most of my life. I used to hold my hands in super hot water, stick pins through my skin, scrape my hands with sand paper, and tons of other small things until I was about fifteen. When I was fifteen I started cutting. Not even two months after that I started burning myself. Since I started cutting, I’ve been depressed almost this whole three years, I’ve been bulimic, anorexic, and hopped up on diet pills and ex-lax, drank myself stupid, self-pierced, and done every type of drug I can get my hands on. I stopped cutting for a while on several occasions but I always start again. I’m struggling day to day to get this addiction under control. I fight with myself to stay happy and healthy, but like I said, it’s a daily stuggle. Anyway, these are pictures of my most recent adventures with a pair of surgical scissors and medical needles.
Pic 1: This is of a sewing needle I stuck into the vein in my wrist. The second pin was just so I could see how far in the first was.
Pic 2: This is just another picture of the pin in my vein.
Pic 3: I’d stopped cutting but then I found this new razor blade and couldn’t resist. Nothing bad, just a test run.
Pic 4: Same as above, other ankle I think.
Pic 5-7: I bought a pair of faux surgical scissors for $1 at a flea market. This is the 6th or 7th time I used them. The red gash-looking things are not cuts, that’s just where I wiped the blood off of the scissors.
