Seletua
I am seventeen and a half years old, and I have been a cutter for at least eight years. I can’t really remember when I started or even why, but I know that I was at least nine. I’ve come to this site many times in the past year or two, in the poetry and the pictures, well, mainly the pictures. Sometimes it was very triggering, and other times the pictures helped the urge go away. I don’t know, I’m kinda rambling here, but I just wanted to share mine too. These pictures are from last year to present. All I really want to say is, if you have just started cutting or have been thinking about, don’t. Stop as soon as you can, trust me, the longer it goes on the harder it is to stop. I’ve been hospitalised and sent to rehab twice, with many close calls of having to go back, and right now it seems like it’s only a matter of time before I wind back up there. Trust me, it’s not worth it. It may seem to help at first and all, but with every addiction you have to keep raising the bar to get that kind of effect, and even then it doesn’t last very long. At first you always think that you’ve got control now, that this is the one thing that you can control in life, but in reality, it controls you, and makes your life and future even harder to deal with. I always thought that my self injury was helping to keep me alive, which in a way, it was, but at the same time it was bringing me one step closer to death, to suicide. Sorry, I don’t know what my point is supposed to be, or whatever, but this is me. These pictures are my addiction, describing my life and who I am. A part of me that will always exist, a part I wish I didn’t have — this part is who I am now, it controls everything. This is me.
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