Stories of Hope

A Little Strength to Ease the Pain

I cannot remember when I exactly started. Self-hate can fester in the mind for a long time before being detected. I do not fully understand to this day why self-mutilation effected me so badly or why it drove me to such severe circumstances but I do know that it is something that can effect people from all walks of life and you should not be ashamed to ask for help and reach out. Self-harm replaces the mental pain, the hurt, the anger and the fear. It was my solace to depend on, a barrier to put up. My one regret is never asking for help sooner, never telling someone of the pain I was feeling and it made everything so much worse. It was only after my fourth attempt to end my life did I realise that I could not go it alone anymore. I would have to risk being called a freak, let down my barrier and ask for support. That risk saved my life. I told a friend that I had met on the internet and it was exceedingly hard. She told me the right avenues to go down. After months of therapy, relapses, anti-depression tablets, I have got to where I am now. Some days it still seems hard but for the majority I can actually say that I am enjoying life again. It is a wonderful thing, one which I thought I would never achieve. There is hope, there is always hope, even when the world seems as if it is against you, keep going, have strength and you will get through this. I hope my words may have helped you.