I was 11 years old when I first cut myself, I didn’t do it on purpose but it felt good and I kept that feeling with me by purposely falling over in the play ground and things like that just to feel the blood pumping. It wasn’t till I got to high school when I seriously started self harming, my best friend had died from cancer while I was on holiday I knew it was going to happen but it still came as a shock. The night I found out I went downstairs and took a knife out of the drawer. The cut was so deep I still have the scar. I don’t regret what I’ve done in my life as it’s made me who I am and I wouldn’t change that. I’m dealing with it in my own way, and it’s working. I haven’t cut myself for a month. I would say that’s good.