Hey sorry about this, I just need to show someone. I’m not cutting as deep, and I only drew blood on one wrist, but the fact that I’m still cutting is here. I feel so trapped in my own head. I’m 13 and have been seeing a therapist for three years. Just ug

I cut from 13 until 16, and had a couple relapses as a young adult. I felt alone, even though I had friends they weren’t good friends. I showed my mom one day and she didn’t react at all how I thought she would. I thought she would break down and hold me, instead she told me I was stupid for doing that and sent me to school. I quickly realized at that moment that if I wanted to get better I was going to have to do it on my own. I started writing poetry and stories as a way to release my inner feelings, and wore plastic rubber bands to snap at my wrist when I felt the need to cut. Perhaps not the healthiest way to deal with it, but it was a start. I struggled with many different ways to cope, from smoking cigarettes to weed to drinking, but the truth is none of it helps. You need to find your worth, realize that you need to care about yourself more than you care about what’s hurting you. Be a survivor of your circumstance not a victim. I’m 28 now, happily married to my best friend with a baby on the way, and none of that could’ve happened if I didn’t pull myself out of my pain to see that there would be a light at the end of the tunnel. I hope you do, because at 13 years old there is nothing so bad that it can’t get better, you have years ahead of you unless you let this take over your life. I hope this can help you and give you a little bit of something to look forward to, and if you need help, please talk to your therapist about this, or one of us that knows what you’re going through.

Trigger warning next time, please.

PUT A FUCKING TRIGGER WARNING NEXT TIME

You poor baby. I feel ur pain. When I was younger I use to cut myself too. Even now my arms and some of my legs r full of scars. I remember the pain of why I use to cut. I remember how alone I felt and how alive I felt to when I cut. I didn't realize till I got older how many people cared about me when the truth came out about me cutting. See, I held onto a secret that I was being raped by a family member for years. It was only until I could open up about me being raped was I free from feeling the need to cut.Whatever is happening to u in your life please open up about it. Nothing is ever gonna change until u let change happen. Take care sweet girl. I wish I could just kiss your little arms and make it all better. You can message me if you wanna talk.