Comatose
July 7th, 2011, 07:27 PM
After 4 years of cutting, I am trying to stop...
I've barely cut in months, but recently.... I feel like I have no willpower.
I attend individual therapy sessions once a week, and a DBT group once a week as well... but I never really tell my therapist when I have cut, or how severe it has been. It's either "no", "only a couple", "only scratches"... Part of me wants to stop, but so much of me wants to do it.
I know the logical/rational thing to do is to stop, and I do at times try to convince myself... but it is just a huge heart (cutting) vs head (not cutting) conflict. Always has been.
I've tried to do other things instead of cutting, but it just isn't the same. There is no comfort like sneaking into the school bathroom's to sneak a quick deep one. There is no comfort like seeing the blood rush from my leg in the shower. It's my beautiful secret.
I don't even know what the point of writing this is. I don't know what to do.
And when people try to help, I seem to just push them away, or lie and say I am fine.....the only two people who can help me, who I love oh so much, do not even want to be in my life. They have removed themselves from my life and I can't do it any more. I was stopping for them. I was continuing trying not to cut in the hopes that my efforts would bring them back, but it didn't. It won't..
I've barely cut in months, but recently.... I feel like I have no willpower.
I attend individual therapy sessions once a week, and a DBT group once a week as well... but I never really tell my therapist when I have cut, or how severe it has been. It's either "no", "only a couple", "only scratches"... Part of me wants to stop, but so much of me wants to do it.
I know the logical/rational thing to do is to stop, and I do at times try to convince myself... but it is just a huge heart (cutting) vs head (not cutting) conflict. Always has been.
I've tried to do other things instead of cutting, but it just isn't the same. There is no comfort like sneaking into the school bathroom's to sneak a quick deep one. There is no comfort like seeing the blood rush from my leg in the shower. It's my beautiful secret.
I don't even know what the point of writing this is. I don't know what to do.
And when people try to help, I seem to just push them away, or lie and say I am fine.....the only two people who can help me, who I love oh so much, do not even want to be in my life. They have removed themselves from my life and I can't do it any more. I was stopping for them. I was continuing trying not to cut in the hopes that my efforts would bring them back, but it didn't. It won't..