tak011
December 26th, 2011, 10:21 PM
Lately I've been feeling extremely depressed, I don't want to go into details but I've been barely eating, sleeping, I'm not socialising and I just want to sink into my bed and never come out. I got a scratch on my arm during this time, and I liked the way it looked. At one of my most down times, I took a piece of wire and slashed my arm and shoulder up pretty bad. It wasn't to make myself feel better; I wanted to feel worse. Friends and my ex-girlfriend (part of the problem) noticed. I blamed it on brambles after a night when I got extremely drunk (A night I'm not particularly proud of). They joked about self-harming, and I laughed along with them, but in the back of my mind, it was gnawing. I never thought I'd ever cut myself. To make things worse, I keep picking the scab (I habit I've always had.)
Things perked up when college broke up for Christmas. I felt relatively happy for once. I started eating again, and my sleeping returned to normal. Today that changed. Boxing Day was lovely, surrounded by family, and I felt really happy. I find out some bad news this evening. I try to sleep, and find I'm wide awake, and I realise I'm slipping back. I have a drink of water and try to settle down; I pee and stare at myself in the mirror. I feel terrible, and want to hurt, want to be as horrible and ugly as I feel. So I take the shaving razor I threw out the other week, snap the blades out and test one on my finger. It's sharp enough. I slowly bring it to my chest and cut slowly. As soon as this is over, I go to town for a couple of seconds and 5, maybe 6, slashes later, it's done. I don't know what to think of myself. Shame? Embarrassment? Disgust?
I just wanted to admit this to someone, as I've never told anyone and I'm feeling really scared. Thank you.
Things perked up when college broke up for Christmas. I felt relatively happy for once. I started eating again, and my sleeping returned to normal. Today that changed. Boxing Day was lovely, surrounded by family, and I felt really happy. I find out some bad news this evening. I try to sleep, and find I'm wide awake, and I realise I'm slipping back. I have a drink of water and try to settle down; I pee and stare at myself in the mirror. I feel terrible, and want to hurt, want to be as horrible and ugly as I feel. So I take the shaving razor I threw out the other week, snap the blades out and test one on my finger. It's sharp enough. I slowly bring it to my chest and cut slowly. As soon as this is over, I go to town for a couple of seconds and 5, maybe 6, slashes later, it's done. I don't know what to think of myself. Shame? Embarrassment? Disgust?
I just wanted to admit this to someone, as I've never told anyone and I'm feeling really scared. Thank you.