Spike
Hello there, my name is Spike. Yes, I am a cutter, and yes, I most likely have a “problem” but I do not feel the need to stop, only to slow down. Before I met a person I was bad. I would cut whenever I got the chance, wait for the scars to heal then cut again. So as you can imagine I don’t have the purest skin. I don’t feel cutting to me is a problem. It’s provoked my anger. When it sets in it’s the best feeling I have come to know. To feel the blood slowly secrete out my body and just fall down my arms tells me that I can do it that I enjoy it and that to me it’s normal. Call it borderline call it a willingness to survive, that’s just me. I figure if I can’t make something of this, I may as well cut until I die. I have made something of it so far. Reached the age of eighteen, have a beautiful girlfriend and a future in computers. Anyways, I suppose what I’m trying to say is that if it all falls through I always have my cutting to fall back on. To me it’s not a sickness, it’s an answer to my life.
Other cutters out there who do feel bad about it who do want to stop: Stop. It’s you putting the knife in your hand. If you enjoy doing it then continue to do so with the understanding of what it’s doing to you. I understand where I am at in life and I still have the choice to cut or to survive.
