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Dana
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Like many, I am not sure what triggered me. I know I always felt like I never had anything special to call my own. I remember reading an article in some teen magazine about cutting, and the relief it used to give this girl. Her part about how much it really hurt her fell on blind eyes, while the description of the relief she believed she felt ensnared me. I first cut with scissors, but found a small kitchen knife far more satisfying. One night, after everyone had gone to bed, leaving me pulling an all-nighter to cram for a huge test, I realized I was exhausted. Exhausted from insomnia do to my atrocious diet (bulimia and starvation), exhausted from over-exherting myself academically, exhausted from trying to convince everyone that I was fine. I decided this cycle had to end. Recovery was LONG and HARD, but worth it. I eat healthy, I exercise appropriatly, and I don't cut anymore. During recovery, I only had one relapse, and it was not severe. I am just now beginning to get the courage to tell my story, first with others who can understand, and hopefully soon with others to educate.