Magenta
August 28th, 2010, 11:57 PM
This post could fall under so many categories... But I will share my story.
It started seven years ago when my parents divorced. I was left with my mother. My youngest memory I can remember is myself telling her that I wished I had never been born. I have run away, threatened and considered killing myself...
Seven months ago, my mother and I fought. She trapped me in our kitchen and pulled out a knife. For a moment, I thought she was going to kill me. Instead, she held the knife to her throat and said she would kill herself if that would make me happy. She ended her tirade by saying it was all a joke and she would never give me the satisfaction. I ran out the door and called a friend in hysterics, twelve blocks away, and the friend had to phone my dad.
Since then, I no longer live with or speak to my mother. My self-harm habits started before this, by scratching cuts with my nails into my hand. I then did it again this Mother's Day to my stomach. Two days ago, I scratched a cut into my wrist after my nail broke and was sharp.
However... today, I was curious. I pulled out my razor and just ran the blades along my wrist to see all the tiny cuts appear.
Now I'm afraid. I'm afraid because I want to walk into the bathroom and do it again. I'm afraid because I do not trust therapists or their 'help'. I'm afraid I will become addicted.
Jo (age 15.)
EDIT: Just a note... when I think back to everything... it's like watching my life in a movie. It's like something you see on TV and think 'It would never happen to me'. I feel as if I should feel lucky I did not die that day rather than want to die more because my mother couldn't get rid of me and I don't have the guts to kill myself even with all the ways possible.
It started seven years ago when my parents divorced. I was left with my mother. My youngest memory I can remember is myself telling her that I wished I had never been born. I have run away, threatened and considered killing myself...
Seven months ago, my mother and I fought. She trapped me in our kitchen and pulled out a knife. For a moment, I thought she was going to kill me. Instead, she held the knife to her throat and said she would kill herself if that would make me happy. She ended her tirade by saying it was all a joke and she would never give me the satisfaction. I ran out the door and called a friend in hysterics, twelve blocks away, and the friend had to phone my dad.
Since then, I no longer live with or speak to my mother. My self-harm habits started before this, by scratching cuts with my nails into my hand. I then did it again this Mother's Day to my stomach. Two days ago, I scratched a cut into my wrist after my nail broke and was sharp.
However... today, I was curious. I pulled out my razor and just ran the blades along my wrist to see all the tiny cuts appear.
Now I'm afraid. I'm afraid because I want to walk into the bathroom and do it again. I'm afraid because I do not trust therapists or their 'help'. I'm afraid I will become addicted.
Jo (age 15.)
EDIT: Just a note... when I think back to everything... it's like watching my life in a movie. It's like something you see on TV and think 'It would never happen to me'. I feel as if I should feel lucky I did not die that day rather than want to die more because my mother couldn't get rid of me and I don't have the guts to kill myself even with all the ways possible.