Stories of Hope

For Me

I am 18 now and haven't lived an easy life. Ever since I was 12 I've been a cutter. Last January I was hospitalized for suicide. I've been battling a fight with drugs and alcohol for about 5 years also. And for the first time in my life, I want to do good for myself. My b/f of 2 1/2 years broke up with me because he said I was unstable. That he had to worry about me all the time as if I was just little girl who couldn't take care of myself. When he first told me that I begged him not to do it. Told him I'd go see a doctor if that's what it took. But it's been about 3 weeks and I am doing the best I have in a long time. The urge to cut is there because I can easily hide it, but I refuse to. And I'm doing it for myself. No one else but me. I deserve a normal life. Just because I was diagnosed with manic depression, it doesn't mean that I can't have a life that I like living.