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Post by harmonystarr on Jun 28, 2011 12:34:23 GMT -5
I know so many will be disappointed in hearing this, but trust me you can't be anymore disappointed in me than I am in myself. Two and a half years down the drain. I have once again cut myself. Can't really explain why other than my heart was hurting so bad and I felt so alone. I just wanted to feel pain somewhere other than my heart.  so sad right now |
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Post by steellily on Jun 28, 2011 14:21:15 GMT -5
No judgment harmony. It happens sometimes. I've been avoiding this thread because I did the same thing last week and didn't have the guts that you have right now to be able to share that. we are supposed to be here to support one another through ups and downs. I'm gonna add my MSN to my profile if anyone and i mean anyone wants to talk at anytime. it's always on and i don't sleep a lot so as long as i'm at my comp i'll get the msg.
please be gentle with yourself right now and make sure you take care of the wound. huge hugs for you hun.
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Post by opheliadrowns on Jun 28, 2011 19:02:51 GMT -5
Most important thing to remember is that you need to have a non-judgmental view. You had a lapse, made an impulsive, emotion controlled decision. That doesnt mean you will continue to do so. You are strong and we are all here to help support you through the darker times. My AIM & YIM are on my profile if you want to or need to talk.
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Post by lovestephymarie on Aug 8, 2011 16:54:49 GMT -5
I began cutting almost six years ago. It was a way for me to feel something and to have control. During my sever depression it was the only thing I felt good at. The years have passed when I suffer from depression from time to time. I'd normally cut on my arm but people would wonder why I wore long sleves and a hoody during the spring and summer. That's when I began cutting on my thigh.
When my grandpa passed I didn't know how to cope with the lost of someone from your day to day life. Plus my dad lost his last parent also has diabeates so his health is up and down. Did want to show how sad I was around him. That's when I felt more out of control and the cutting was deeper and on my arm again. One night I was making dinner and rolled my sleves too much and my dad saw the cuts. He made me swear on my grandpa grave that I'll never do it again.
So it's been nine months I found writing and music as my tools of not cutting. But then I broke my promise last night. The past week it's all coming down on me. Finding a job, my dad's health up and down, my dad and sister on my case about college, and still missing my grandpa everyday. It's all overwhelming. I was able to escape the hole I was in.
I'm upset that I broke my promise. But I'm not upseat that I cut myself. Now I'm not sure if I can or want to stop.
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so sad right now
