My Teen Cutting Story
I am 14 and I have cut for the past year.
I dont cut that often but when its too much I do. I started right after my 14th birthday. Everything just started coming up so much happened. My cousins who were my best friends were no longer allowed to see me. It killed me on the inside. That was four years before I started. Then there was all kinds of stress and drama at school, something always happening. Someone starting stuff. Something was the matter with a friend. There was all kinds of things.
I had alot of people that would stand by me. We all had stuff in common we stuck together. We cut. Not all of us but most. We didnt like it to much but we became known as "emo" "goth" "bi and lez". We wernt any of these. Sure some of us did cut. but most of us tried to keep our relationship with God. and we all were straight. Did that phase the rest of the school? did they even ask us? talk to us? No of course not. and they just assumed we cut because of our style. and most of us didnt/dont. It was easier to deal with when we stuck together. We had tons of drama for Junior High students. When other groups didnt have drama they decided to mess with us. I heard this out of their own mouths. It was like wow thats just mean.
And I had my 3 best friends they are my sisters. We stuck together threw thick and thin. Threw everything we faced. But when I was by myself. It got to me. I cut. I couldnt haddle anything. It was too much I felt alone. It was as if I coudnt figure out which way was up at some moments. I was lost.
And that continued actually up until a week ago. I wanted to get my life in order. I wanted to stop cutting and to get back with my relationship with God, that somewhere along the lines slipped threw the cracks.
I am still struggling with it. Im not to sure how to stop. But when I think of when I wake up in the middle of the night to a text from my friend saying, "Im so sad I just want to cut." It helps me to think of why to stop. It hurts me so much when they cut.But when I tell them that I do, they just kinda blow it off. As if im suposed to?
When I cut it just takes away all the pain for the moment. Its like everything that Im worrying about having trouble with just fades away. It lets me forget. Even though I regret it later I do it again. When the scares fade. I really dont know what to do. I know the difference between right and wrong. I know its wrong, but thats not enough to stop. If someone would say stop dont do that. If they could know how much it hurts. But God does know how much it hurts and thats why I trust him to help me. I know he can, if I could trust myself first.
Thank you for taking the time to read my story.