Stories of Hope
It's Not over Yet
I started cutting when I was 13. I don't know what triggered it. I was never abused or hurt in anyway. I thought that I was just crazy because I hated myself. I never realized that there were people just like me. I thought that everyone who self harmed had a reason.
I finally got some help. I talked to my counselor at school and she helped me tell my Mom even thought I wasn't sure if I wanted to. I was enrolled in therapy once a week. When things didn't get better I was admitted into the hospital for 5 days. They never changed my meds, only added a new one. (That didn't help at all). Eventually me dumbass doctor decided to change me to Zoloft which I've been on for about 2-3 weeks. I have seen a huge improvement. I want to do things with my friends, I have stopped wearing 2x sweatshirts when I need a small. I know that this isn't over and I will probably have to deal with this for the rest of my life, but I haven't cut in about a week so it's getting better. I'm not "cured", but I think I'm "coming back".