According to Google, the definition of self harm is "the intentional, direct injuring of body tissue most often done without suicidal intentions" and although this is pretty accurate, they forgot the emotion behind the actions. Nobody just WANTS to destroy themselves, nobody just WANTS to get addicted to the rush and temporary relief that pressing a blade into their skin causes, or addicted to the weightless nothingness that fills your head after you go two or three days without food. It all spawns from depression. That evil black shit that clouds your head and speaks to you. It tells you to hate yourself, it pushes and pushes, pokes and prods, it tells you that you are worthless and you aren't needed and that no one will care that you are hurting. It feels like you're drowning while everyone else is breathing around you. It makes you feel so small and unloved... Most people don't actually cut with suicidal intentions, they cut to feel something other than sadness, or they feel as though they deserve to be miserable. But for those who cut with suicidal intentions, my prayers go out to you. I know how you feel, I have been down that road. Just push on, lovelies. You'll make it.
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My Self Harm Story...
Kurgu OlmayanSo this is only going to be a four part story - the first chapter a narration of an actual moment that I broke down. The second my definition of self harm and how I feel about it. The third the addiction and how strong it was. And the forth my recov...