Personal Story

Copyright, Karley

I’m Karley, I’m fifteen years old and I started cutting about two years ago when my brother died. My family was really close it was just the four of us: My mother, me and my two brothers and that’s all we had. We didn’t have a father. We didn’t have any money. We didn’t have anything. And I was going through a lot in my life. I grew up watching my mom get abused by one of her ex boyfriends. I grew up around drugs. I grew up around arguing and yelling, and I also grew up being abused. My father also left when I was five and that’s something I’ve been trying to cope with but at this age you really need a father figure, and I don’t have one so I guess that puts a lot of stress on me also. The reason I cut is I feel like my body has this knot of emotional pain, and it’s a way to get my mind off all my issues or problems I am having, and it’s a good way to relieve my stress rather than going out and doing drugs or drinking alcohol. I’ll admit to having a cutting problem, and I know the problems that triggered the cutting are always there and will always be there, they’re just masked over for a while. It’s the only thing I know to do when I’m feeling like this, and I’m not the type of person to tell people all my problems. I like to keep it to myself until it just gets all bottled up and when that happens I cut again. Last night was the first time I cut in two months. I’m writing this to tell all of you why I cut and maybe why a lot of other kids do it also.


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