My Self Harm and Suicidal Thoughts (may be triggering)
Posted: Sun Nov 01, 2015 3:56 pm
Well.. how to say this.. self harming wasn't se clear to me until the age of 13.
before that age I self harmed without knowing. for example.:
hitting my head against the walls.
falling off things on purpose.
since I had a weak immune system I would do things to get myself ill on purpose.
I would refuse to eat until the age of around 7. I had to be force fed until then.
and other things.
some nights I clearly remember being awake staring at the ceiling and wishing I could climb up to the roof and while only looking at the moon, to jump to a deadly fall. that continued for a few years from around the age of 5-7 . I never took up the idea.
later in the years I realised that I didn't need to hurt myself.
others did that for me.
my mothers abuse left marks on my skin anyway.
and my peers on school left marks on my thoughts.
yet sometimes I still found myself doing things that hurt me. such as one time that I cut into mu finger. Id say I didn't mean to.. but once I saw the blood I didn't stop putting the knife deeper.
at the age of 13 I was desperate. my lively image and mask I had put on for years was wearing thin and I needed something.
I needed to calm down.
I had my first breakdown in school that day . cried for a whole hour without reason. so that night. I did what I heard could ease emotional pain. I cut.
it wasn't easy seeing as my tool was a blunt scissor. but I did it anyway. going over the same area as many times as I had to to draw blood. I felt nothing. no physical pain while doing so. only later. halfway through I started feeling
that's how it started. getting worse each year. id acquired a razor not long after my first cut. and that didn't help stop me.
now I'm 17 and still continuing the actions that ease me. cutting is a way to let go. yes its not good. yes ill regret it. but honestly. for someone that wants to die. does it really matter what the future looks like?
my mind is clouded with the thoughts of death and hate towards myself. and all that keeps me alive is self harm at the moment. I don't cut everyday. I don't cut deep.
cutting is not a competition for me. its a pain reliever. it helps me cope.
but lately its been getting hard. lately all I can think about is what if I cut too deep and actually die. I want that to happen. but at the same time. I don't..
before that age I self harmed without knowing. for example.:
hitting my head against the walls.
falling off things on purpose.
since I had a weak immune system I would do things to get myself ill on purpose.
I would refuse to eat until the age of around 7. I had to be force fed until then.
and other things.
some nights I clearly remember being awake staring at the ceiling and wishing I could climb up to the roof and while only looking at the moon, to jump to a deadly fall. that continued for a few years from around the age of 5-7 . I never took up the idea.
later in the years I realised that I didn't need to hurt myself.
others did that for me.
my mothers abuse left marks on my skin anyway.
and my peers on school left marks on my thoughts.
yet sometimes I still found myself doing things that hurt me. such as one time that I cut into mu finger. Id say I didn't mean to.. but once I saw the blood I didn't stop putting the knife deeper.
at the age of 13 I was desperate. my lively image and mask I had put on for years was wearing thin and I needed something.
I needed to calm down.
I had my first breakdown in school that day . cried for a whole hour without reason. so that night. I did what I heard could ease emotional pain. I cut.
it wasn't easy seeing as my tool was a blunt scissor. but I did it anyway. going over the same area as many times as I had to to draw blood. I felt nothing. no physical pain while doing so. only later. halfway through I started feeling
that's how it started. getting worse each year. id acquired a razor not long after my first cut. and that didn't help stop me.
now I'm 17 and still continuing the actions that ease me. cutting is a way to let go. yes its not good. yes ill regret it. but honestly. for someone that wants to die. does it really matter what the future looks like?
my mind is clouded with the thoughts of death and hate towards myself. and all that keeps me alive is self harm at the moment. I don't cut everyday. I don't cut deep.
cutting is not a competition for me. its a pain reliever. it helps me cope.
but lately its been getting hard. lately all I can think about is what if I cut too deep and actually die. I want that to happen. but at the same time. I don't..