Twistember
August 12th, 2011, 03:23 PM
This is probably going to be a little triggering. Don't read this if you're not safe.
I've tried and tried to get away from self harm. I always end up sitting in my room holding a pencil sharpener blade or my moms x-acto. I just sit there until I can't take it anymore. Then I reopen some old almost healed cuts and make some new ones. Then I just watch the blood come out and drip down my arm.
I think it's beautiful how everytime my heart beats, a little more blood comes out. It's like everytime my heart beats, a little more anger, sadness, or my shame of myself drips out. Then it's gone. At least for half an hour. Then I feel everything all over again. I think it's beautiful when the blood clots over the cut, that the body is trying to heal itself. For me, blood is calming.
After I cut I feel better, but it never lasts. So I do it again. It's a cycle. I wish I was normal. It's like one moment I feel really great and really confident, then the next I'm really depressed. I've gotten myself into this and now I don't know how to get out.
I don't have anyone to talk to about this stuff. I don't like/don't trust my psychologist. My psychologist is leaving to run his own practice, so I'm going to get a new one. No one knows I cut. I can't tell anyone because I'm supposed a happy, confident, normal girl now that I'm in "therapy". I have no chance with the boy I like because he probably thinks I'm a freak.
I don't know what to do.
I don't even know why I posted this.
I've tried and tried to get away from self harm. I always end up sitting in my room holding a pencil sharpener blade or my moms x-acto. I just sit there until I can't take it anymore. Then I reopen some old almost healed cuts and make some new ones. Then I just watch the blood come out and drip down my arm.
I think it's beautiful how everytime my heart beats, a little more blood comes out. It's like everytime my heart beats, a little more anger, sadness, or my shame of myself drips out. Then it's gone. At least for half an hour. Then I feel everything all over again. I think it's beautiful when the blood clots over the cut, that the body is trying to heal itself. For me, blood is calming.
After I cut I feel better, but it never lasts. So I do it again. It's a cycle. I wish I was normal. It's like one moment I feel really great and really confident, then the next I'm really depressed. I've gotten myself into this and now I don't know how to get out.
I don't have anyone to talk to about this stuff. I don't like/don't trust my psychologist. My psychologist is leaving to run his own practice, so I'm going to get a new one. No one knows I cut. I can't tell anyone because I'm supposed a happy, confident, normal girl now that I'm in "therapy". I have no chance with the boy I like because he probably thinks I'm a freak.
I don't know what to do.
I don't even know why I posted this.