Once a cutter, never again. Help is here
I was once a cutter.I felt no one truly understood me and no one cared enough to try and understand. I started at thirteen my freshman year of high school. Life had taken a turn for the worst. my brother did drugs. there were police knocking, lawyer costs meant a small Christmas and birthday, to top it off my mom had lost her job. My stable world started crashing around me one piece at a time.It was almost like a permanent form of artistic interpretation to me. It sounds silly but that's the way it was. Once I had one cut its like I felt relief from my cluttered brain. But the relief never lasted long it soon came back and the need to cut got worse and worse. I realized I had a problem, and the only person who can fix that problem is me. So I stopped. I revealed it to my friends. Turns out I wasn't the only one struggling with this problem. The hardest part was telling my parents. But i did and they were understanding and supportive and me well... I stay healthy in crew, I'm on drumline, and well of course I no longer cut
If you feel you have no-one to confide in or if you just want to share your story talk just talk friends family they will understand. It only takes one thing to quit and that's the want on your part and that's why your here isn't it. your life's worth more than you will ever know
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