Something may be wrong with me

I love bruises. Not necessarily the pain- because sometimes, it’s a good pain...

If that makes sense.

I love getting bruises and giving myself bruises. I can’t stop and don’t want to. I also love having something to do (I love to nurse myself back to health) Idk, but I sometimes make them super big and black. The process of getting them isn’t what I love, I love the aftermath. I really do feel happy though my sister says it may be minor depression or minor psychosis. Either way, I know it’s self harm but I don’t feel bad doing it. I feel other pains and emotions.