Stories of Hope
It's Good to Talk
I started cutting myself when I was 13.
I was bullied a lot in primary school and my Dad (although I still live with him) never talks to me. These were the main triggers. I saw cutting on one of my brothers films and since that day I have cut myself. I have also tried committing suicide about three times.
I never told anyone about this until about 2 months ago. In drama we are doing a production on self-mutilation and I kept breaking down into tears. I finally told my friend and she has been helping me through it.
The cuts are not as deep as they used to be. I have also limited to cutting myself three times a week where it used to be every day.
Although I am still cutting I would like to hope that one day I will be able to stop fully. Although the scars will always be there I will know that people love me and will always want me to live.
The best thing is to talk (cliché I know but it works)
Good luck everyone and always look to the future