Hey, I'm really new to the site, but thought it would be a great place to find some loving, caring support. So...here's my problem, I guess.
I'm 18 years old, and I've been cutting myself since I was about 12. I know that it's wrong, but it's an addiction I've been struggling with. My mother found out and had me locked in an institute for 3 months, which did not help at all. I have a real problem with giving up, especially when I look at some support sites that are covered in pictures of cuts and blood...they just make me want to do it more. :'( I want to be able to get on with life without having to lie about these scars, and be able to wear short sleeved tops again. I'm not an angst filled teen doing this for attention, I have deep issues, and I'm not some little kid that thinks it's cool to draw on my arm with a safety pin and make little scratches.
One of these days it is likely that I hit the wrong vein, or go just a little too deep. And I don't WANT to die...but cutting releases endomorphines that make it addictive, like a drug.
Does anyone else here do this?
Am I a bad person because of this?
Does anyone know how to cope?
Love, Dari
I'm 18 years old, and I've been cutting myself since I was about 12. I know that it's wrong, but it's an addiction I've been struggling with. My mother found out and had me locked in an institute for 3 months, which did not help at all. I have a real problem with giving up, especially when I look at some support sites that are covered in pictures of cuts and blood...they just make me want to do it more. :'( I want to be able to get on with life without having to lie about these scars, and be able to wear short sleeved tops again. I'm not an angst filled teen doing this for attention, I have deep issues, and I'm not some little kid that thinks it's cool to draw on my arm with a safety pin and make little scratches.
One of these days it is likely that I hit the wrong vein, or go just a little too deep. And I don't WANT to die...but cutting releases endomorphines that make it addictive, like a drug.
Does anyone else here do this?
Am I a bad person because of this?
Does anyone know how to cope?
Love, Dari