Deanna
I have been cutting for about seven years. I have been hospitalized twice, once for my cuts and once for my burns and an overdose. I am very glad you keep this page up. So often I find myself delusional with the idea that my cuts are a beautiful thing, I refer to them as “my art”… The longer I believe this the longer I will continue to do it and I think any chance to get pictures up and seen is a chance to realize the reality of the pain within a person who does something of this nature.
Update
People have started to note how truly morbid my fascination with this habit has become, I do these things, then I take a picture of them, then I put them in a slide show to music and play them over and over again. How does one become like this? I come from middle America with great parents, I was never abused, but I turned to self injury, I turned to depression. How did I become so different (not that I’m complaining) but I just don’t understand. I see the girls around me and they look so monotone, like copies of a factory model churned out in millions. I have become an image, something seen but never heard, with phantom friends and imaginary retreats and a whole lot of problems that everyone see but no one attempts to help. And this is exactly what I want to be.
