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Moving On
How people moved on and found alternatives
Gabrielle
Cutting, for me, first started as an obsession about seeing blood and hurting myself. Any little thing would set me off and I could imagine slitting my wrists. I began to dig my nails into my skin and pinching myself so that there would be deep marks indented in them that I could see for days. I didn't and still don't think of this as SI, but I think it was the beginning. At first I wouldn't let myself cross the line into cutting. I would see a knife and I could imagine myself drawing it over my skin, and I would imagine the blood that would come out. I knew that something was wrong with me so I told my parents that I was sometimes a little depressed, but I didn't tell them that I wanted to hurt myself. They, of course, removed me from what they thought of as the thing that triggered me: school. But they didn't take me to a psychologist even though they talked about it for awhile.
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Kati
I am writing this for one reason and one reason only, and that is to hopefully help someone, even if it is only one person. I would like anyone and everyone who reads this to know that I am only 14 years old, but I feel much older because of some of the things I have gone through in my life.
I haven't had a boyfriend, ever. And I am not sure that I am emotionally ready to have one, because they say that you have to love or at least like yourself before you can love anyone else.
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Josephine
Copyright, Josephine
I have been cutting myself secretly for about 1 and a half years. Recently i told my close friend and my skating instructor found out. He threatened to tell my parents and he hasn't. I made a promise to him and my friends (all i have who will listen to me) that i will stop - i tried but havn't succeded! Eventually it will end for me - the time can't come quick enough!
Amber
Copyright, Amber
I cut for a couple of years... from when I was 14 until almost 16 (yeah, it doesn't sound like long, but it was to me) Anyway, I never thought I could quit. Even locked up in rehab I managed to find ways to cut myself. I got stitches twice during my time in rehab. I was really very determined. But you know what? I finally stopped. And if I can beat it, then anyone can. sometimes i miss it, sometimes I test myself- to see if i can still do it. but so far I've stayed on the path that will keep me alive.
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Lizzy writes:
I have been cutting for about 3 years now and I am ready to stop. I am writing this to let people know, you can stop. If you need advice or just someone to talk to e-mail me and i will talk or give advice. I am stopping and I really want to help others to do it too. You can get better and you can be happy it just takes time. Be Safe and write if you need to, I check my e-mail often. Take Care.
Your Friend,
Elizabeth
Sophie writes:
when I was 12 I was sexually abused by my stepbrother after 4 years of secrecy it all came out my younger sister was also raped when she was 11 and I felt so guilty it all began by slitting my rists and overdosing several times I still feel very low but anyone who has been through the same trauma as me must always remember the future is more exciting as the past it holds an element of mystery so concentrate on the future and dont remember the past and also there is always someone who is willing to listen and never be afraid to talk out!! look after yourself and stay cool your all amazing wonderful people.