Copyright Lynsay

It started about a year ago, my stepfather had just left, and school had been getting hard with name calling and teachers, I was in the shower one night and while shaving my legs I accidentally cut my ankle. Instead of cursing as I would normally do I picked up the razor again and held it over my arm. I cut a few time but was too ashamed to look at it. As months passed by the cuts have grown deeper, and I’m not afraid of the pain. I’ve had counselling before but never found that it helped. Now I’m on a waiting list for family counselling. I’ve still not stopped cutting but I urge anyone that is afraid to speak up. It seems scary but the people you trust will not judge you, only help you. I’ve learnt that, just not acted on it yet.


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