In 8th grade, I knew a girl who did it. I started scratching myself with safety pins, but didn't start seriously cutting until my dad passed away.
I stopped for a while in high school, but started back up again last year because I was having a hard time dealing with the stress of college.
You can learn a lot of things from the flowers,
for especially in the month of June.
There's a wealth of happiness and romance,
Oh, the golden afternoon!
I just got really angry about something, and rather than smash up my room again I had a sudden impulse to scratch my arms with my fingernails until they bled. I was 12. A few months later I got angry again and I remembered I had a compass in my bag...over the years I moved onto scissors and razor blades
Somewhere along I played it wrong fell into a world so far from home
I started in April this year..i guess it was as a result of me and my dad having a major argument that turned physical and my being left with no form of contacting anyone about it as he'd taken my mobile and laptop and told mum to make sure i didnt leave my room. although i guess i wopuldnt have started if i hadnt known people that did it to...i want to stop...
Everyone needs someone to lean on, so lets stand in a circle and all lean on each other. That way no one will fall down.
I started the March when I was nine years old. I tore all the skin off the bottom of my feet with a mathematical compass - you know, the ones that have the pointed "stick" on them that you use for drawing circles. Why? Oh, I can't remember. For some instinctive reason, I just knew it would make me feel better.
I started when I was about 16 (not exactly sure as I have tried to blank out the last few years of school as much as possible). At the time I had no idea what SI was, so I don't know how I ended up doing it.
I then basically stopped through Uni but started again this year (again, I don't know how I ended up going back to it).
for as long as i remember i sh'd..like fingernails and stuff..and my head..and yeah..wont "tipshare" then was about a year ish ago that i started cutting "properly"
was because of anger...i needed to let it out, was an impulse thing at first, i didnt think what i was doing, i just did it, then about 5 mins later i was like..what the **** have i done?..but i had been thinkign about it a lot in the days building up to then..idk:S
Well consciously knowing i was doing it was when i was like 14 cos of my grandad dying and hating family life.
But i self harmed long before that but not knowing it like when i was like less than 11 cos of my mum and dad always yelling at each other i could stand it and i still can't.
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'Cause I'll always remember you the same.
Oh eyes like wild flowers within demons of change ♥
i stared when i was 13 or 14, i had my own room and i had
locked myself in for two days and that was when it began.
was cutting up an artboard with scissors and somehow i slipped- i was really angry- and ended up slicing open my thumb. it was weird because it felt good rather then painful. so thats where it begum for me.
The BRAVEST thing
I ever did was CONTINUING MY LIFE when I wanted to die.
My earliest SH memory would probably be playing on the monkey bars at school. I would get blisters on my hands, then keep going, so they would pop. I found the pain somehow gratifying.
When I was fourteen, I lost a pet. I was overcome with grief, and I carved his name into my skin. A year later, I regularly injured myself with razorblades. I stopped for a year at one point, Ive started again, though I am not injuring daily. Trying to stop. It has been six years...
I know I've cut to deal with emotional distress, I know I also cut because of addiction. Sometimes, I think I'm simply a masochist, and leave it at that.
I sense fear in your broken breathing- your desire is giving you away.
I started in 8th grade when i was like 13 or 14.. I was just trying new ways to cope with things in the past (that affected and still affect my present).. Now I'm almost 18 and i can't seem to quit.
i stared when i was 13 or 14, i had my own room and i had
locked myself in for two days and that was when it began.
was cutting up an artboard with scissors and somehow i slipped- i was really angry- and ended up slicing open my thumb. it was weird because it felt good rather then painful. so thats where it begum for me.
i think that every one kinda has the same thing in common when starting and that some ho- waint. why were you cutting up a perfectly good canvas? Why? like why where u in your room at first and then .. hey a canvas. lest tear it up! how what huh? i don't get it... sorrty thats kinda fascinating
August 2004, when I was 13. I'd self-harmed before that, now that I really think about it, but not consciously knowing that it was self-harm, and not seriously at all. I'm really not certain on why I started.
The first time I did it consciously, I think it was intrigue or something. Then it turned into a coping mechanism and a habit, until I gave up for about 3 years without relapses. Just last month, I fell slave to the habit again when things got really tough for me, and here I am. I guess I'm trying to give up, although my opinion on that changes on a nearly daily basis.
I have been SH'ing on and off since i was like 7 but I started to cut at 14, it started as a way to deal with the anger that I couldn't express, then I started using it to help with my depression and anxiety
...Sticks and stones may break my bones; but words, they scar forever...
I started when i was 12. I was actually mocking a girl I knew who did it. I scratched all my arm untill it was really sore because I was taking the piss out of her. Boy do i feel guilty now.
It wasnt long after that I started doing it myself, in a way to cope with the problems around me. I experimented with different tools and it grew into an addiction.
I dont tell people why i hurt myself because i fear people thinking that my reason is not good enough. But i feel, it is not about how big the problems are, its about your ability to cope with them. And im just not good at coping.
i started when i was 13. i needed a release for all my problems and my brothers friend used SI although i dont think anyone knew i realised this. i was cutting up until last xmas and i went 10.5 months without but then i just seemed to fall into the black whole again. i am addicted, just like i am to fags. i cant see myself stopping although i would like too
now you're standing me on top of the world
all me dreams come true
now you're making me feel alive
my dreams now lie with you
xxx tinks xxx
third star to the right and straight on till morning
i started about a year ago. it was a relief from all of my stress and self loathing not it controls me
Then wear the gold hat, if that will move her;
If you can bounce high, bounce for her too,
Till she cry "Lover, gold-hatted, high-bouncing lover,
I must have you!"
Thomas Parke D’Invilliers
Happyness Is only Siknn Deep
