Still Doing It
It started in April. I got bored one day and decided to scratch a star into my arm with a safety pin. It only got worse from there. I continued scratching with safety pins once or twice a month, then I’d stop for a few months. It went on like this for a while, until one night I took my disposable razor to my skin. After that, I stopped again. I told myself it was the last time. Then I got a boyfriend — someone who I cared about and he cared about me. I was happy… for a little while. I just began to get depressed, and so he broke up with me, and I cut four times — twice with a safety pin, twice with a knife. Once again, I told myself I was done. A month and a half down the road, I couldn’t take it. I was depressed, and still am, and it was unbearable, so I started cutting again. I use a steak knife and I do it a few times a day. I do hope to eventually overcome this, but as of now I don’t want help. I just want you all to know that you’re not alone.