Stories of Hope
It is Possible to get Stronger!!!! YOU CAN DO IT!!!!!
Author: Autumn Free | |
Age: 15 |
was 11 when I first heard of self-mutilating in a
magazine article. I thought the idea preposterous—how could someone get
so much relief from pain, but I had to learn the hard way, because 6 or so
months later, I cut for the first time.
When I am asked when did my depression start, I honestly have to say it was
about the time I learned about cutting. The article reeled in my mind for
that long time, because when I didn't get any relief, I started to prick myself
with a sewing needle. After awhile, that didn't give me any relief, so I
cut myself with a scalpel I found in a snakebite kit. What turned out to
be small cuts once a week, turned to be bigger cuts almost everyday.
About 3 or so months later, I was thinking of suicide, and thankfully, I was
"found out." I started to go to a therapist, Pat Abbarno.
I learned that I was depressed because I was teased at school, and I was down on
myself because of that because I felt like a failure. I got better, and
after about a month in therapy, I quit cutting, and I didn't feel suicidal
anymore. That blissfulness didn't last for long, however.
About 9 months later, I was depressed, and suicidal, and I was cutting again.
The cuts were larger than the last time, and I "upgraded" to using a
utility knife. I was down on myself again, and I was still getting teased
at school. I also seriously doubted myself with performance at school, in
terms of grades. But after about 7 months of therapy, I improved greatly.
I wasn't depressed, I didn't cut anymore after the first month, and I wasn't
suicidal. But all that changed with the change of a new school.
I started high school in August, and my world crashed down around me. My
sister, whom I dearly love, moved herself and my 6-year-old niece in my piano
room. Now I love them, but the change truly tore my world apart. Not
only was Brittany a handful, after a month or so, my sister was in a DUI (she
was the offender). She broke her arm, and found out that she was pregnant.
While she was in the hospital, I had to take care of Brittany: you know
the whole routine… give baths, get her ready for bed, help with
homework, fix meals, make sure she has plenty of clothes. All of this
responsibility came when I didn't need it.
I was getting even more depressed, and I was cutting again. Some of
the cuts probably needed stitches, but I didn't go to the hospital. I
didn't want to be found out. But I did get the courage to ask my mom to
take me back to Pat. But I acted like I was just overwhelmed by the
marching schedule, and that was getting me depressed. I lied about the
cutting, and about feeling suicidal.
A month later, on October 25, I overdosed. I meant to go to sleep, and
just die, but after about 5 minutes after I took the pills, I panicked, and I
called both of my parents, but they still hadn't come from picking my sister
from Anderson County Detention Center (for the DUI). I finally thought of
my brother, and thankfully, I found his phone number, and I called him, and what
was probably my first true call for help, I told him that I swallowed a lot of
pills, and he told me he'd be right over. Those few minutes that took him
to come over felt like a lifetime, but he did come, and I have to say, I never
was more relieved to see someone's face. He called 911, and they sent an
ambulance over. I was taken to the hospital, where I had my stomach
pumped, and I spent the night there.
The next day, a psychologist consulted me, and we both decided that I needed to
spend some time at a mental hospital for short-term crisis control, so I was
shipped of to Peninsula for 5 days. I learned a lot; that I don’t need
to feel like I need to be perfect, that I don't have to hide my feelings, and
that I don't ever need to be ashamed what I went through. I went through
something that probably no one has gone through. Or maybe you are reading
this now and are saying, "Oh, my God. That is just like me!!!"
OR you may be saying, "You haven't gone through anything." And
who knows, in your terms, I haven't gone through anything as big as you have,
but I have fought my battles, and I am still alive. And I am a stronger
person.