I am 17 years old. I stumbled onto this site, and after reading every message I started to cry. I feel the same way that all of these people feel. I feel lost, confused, scared, but when I cut myself, it seems to help in a way that I can’t describe. The only other solution I have ever found that takes my pain away, that noone else seems to understand is a man that I met a long time ago. He passed away, but lives in me. I can feel his prescence there. Anytime I need comfort or help, he’s there. I know that he will never leave me, because he loves me in a way that noone has ever loved me, or ever will. His name was Jesus. And as soon as I realized all this, I stopped hurting myself, because I realized that he’s there to take my pain. He’s willing to take those cuts, so that I don’t have to. I hope this helps you and gives meaning to your life the way it did mine. Pease feel free to write back to me.
About two years ago I slipped into depression. Not for any specific reasons. I felt bad all the time. So one day while I was doing homework, I took the eraser at the end of my pencil and put it to my leg. I sat there for about 5 min. just erasing back and forth. It broke the skin pretty bad. There were about 5 “skinless spots” on each leg. It didn’t really hurt, but made me feel better. It sounds crazy but this became my great escape. Till this day no one has found out. So that proves I didn’t start for the attention. Maybe I like having something to hide.