wishingonastar
May 11th, 2010, 03:38 AM
Hey all,
This is my first post here, and it's gonna get pretty deep. Just a warning!
I`ve done a lot of research on cutting. I try to be a logical person, and I figured I'd collect my facts before coming to a forum like this. But alll the research in the world isn't helping me, and I think I just need to get my feelings out, and ask for someone's opinion.
Everything I read, it's about how cutting makes a person feel again, after being so numb. How the pain, the sensation, lets them feel again, lets them function. The thing is, that's not how it is for me, at all. And I know that every person is different, but there should be a base pattern, right? I shouldn't have such a radically different reason then almost every blog or information site of read.
When I feel that urge to cut, it's never because I'm feeling numb. I always feel like there's something dark and angry inside me, crushing my heart and making breathing impossible. Something that's going to suffocate me if it doesn't find a way out. I cut when I'm emotional, when I need something to numb me, not the other way around.
I find myself wanting people to know, yet doing everything in my power to prevent them from finding out. I'll be careless in revealing the marks, but make sure they're strategically placed where no one will look. I'll mention a deep attachment to a song related to cutting and how it affected me, but if someone asks me why, I manage to completely disregard the connection until they're fooled. I vow I won't bring up anything to do with it, but then, I do, and I hate myself for it.
It makes me wonder, do I actually have a problem, or am I just doing this for attention? It hurts to even ask that, but I need someone to be honest with me. What I know is when I'm in the bathroom, angry and furious over something that shouldn't matter, reaching into the drawer for that pair of scissors, all I'm looking forward to is the cut. Or more specifically, the burn I feel after the wound is made. The burn that lasts for minutes, that focuses me, calms me, until i can function again.
But as soon as that burn fades, thoughts about people finding out flick through my mind, my friends in particular. Yet, I know that no one can find out, ever. I'm a straight A student, athletic, with parents that would die before hurting me and friends that mean the world to me. It would kill everyone I love to know how far this has driven me. I have no reason to be doing this, no right, and yet I find myself drawn to it.
I don't really know the point of this post. Hell, I don't even know if this is 'true' cutting, seeing as I rarely break the skin, and the marks fade away. Half the time, it's not even scissors or a razor- just my fingernails, gouging the skin on my forearms/upper arms; never breaking it, but leaving dents that remain for a few days.
I don't know what to think. I just need advice. Hell, do I even need to stop? It's not like I'm leaving scars on my body, or in any serious chance of hurting myself; normally, any marks are gone within a week or two.
I'm trying to be brutally honest with myself, and those reading this, and I think I need that honesty back.
I'm sorry for rambling for so long, and seeing as it's 2AM where I live, I probably shouldn't be posting this at all. I'm not sure how coherent that was.
-wishingonastar
This is my first post here, and it's gonna get pretty deep. Just a warning!
I`ve done a lot of research on cutting. I try to be a logical person, and I figured I'd collect my facts before coming to a forum like this. But alll the research in the world isn't helping me, and I think I just need to get my feelings out, and ask for someone's opinion.
Everything I read, it's about how cutting makes a person feel again, after being so numb. How the pain, the sensation, lets them feel again, lets them function. The thing is, that's not how it is for me, at all. And I know that every person is different, but there should be a base pattern, right? I shouldn't have such a radically different reason then almost every blog or information site of read.
When I feel that urge to cut, it's never because I'm feeling numb. I always feel like there's something dark and angry inside me, crushing my heart and making breathing impossible. Something that's going to suffocate me if it doesn't find a way out. I cut when I'm emotional, when I need something to numb me, not the other way around.
I find myself wanting people to know, yet doing everything in my power to prevent them from finding out. I'll be careless in revealing the marks, but make sure they're strategically placed where no one will look. I'll mention a deep attachment to a song related to cutting and how it affected me, but if someone asks me why, I manage to completely disregard the connection until they're fooled. I vow I won't bring up anything to do with it, but then, I do, and I hate myself for it.
It makes me wonder, do I actually have a problem, or am I just doing this for attention? It hurts to even ask that, but I need someone to be honest with me. What I know is when I'm in the bathroom, angry and furious over something that shouldn't matter, reaching into the drawer for that pair of scissors, all I'm looking forward to is the cut. Or more specifically, the burn I feel after the wound is made. The burn that lasts for minutes, that focuses me, calms me, until i can function again.
But as soon as that burn fades, thoughts about people finding out flick through my mind, my friends in particular. Yet, I know that no one can find out, ever. I'm a straight A student, athletic, with parents that would die before hurting me and friends that mean the world to me. It would kill everyone I love to know how far this has driven me. I have no reason to be doing this, no right, and yet I find myself drawn to it.
I don't really know the point of this post. Hell, I don't even know if this is 'true' cutting, seeing as I rarely break the skin, and the marks fade away. Half the time, it's not even scissors or a razor- just my fingernails, gouging the skin on my forearms/upper arms; never breaking it, but leaving dents that remain for a few days.
I don't know what to think. I just need advice. Hell, do I even need to stop? It's not like I'm leaving scars on my body, or in any serious chance of hurting myself; normally, any marks are gone within a week or two.
I'm trying to be brutally honest with myself, and those reading this, and I think I need that honesty back.
I'm sorry for rambling for so long, and seeing as it's 2AM where I live, I probably shouldn't be posting this at all. I'm not sure how coherent that was.
-wishingonastar