My name’s Mia, I’m 15. I started cutting after a move from my home town to the city I’m in now, and a year of hating my new school and having no friends, just a boyfriend who I dated on and off for most of that year. He broke up with me, and went out with my best friend, back in my hometown. That was the incident that first got me into cutting, I’m in therapy now and they say that my depression (I’ve been diagnosed with major depressive disorder) could be directly linked to the fact that I was sexually abused as an infant. I do not believe that there is a point to life and I would die now if I thought I had the courage. When I do, I wont try to kill myself. I will succeed.