I want to start this guide off with a clear note:
I will not glorify self-harm. I won't tell you that it's alright, or that you're perfect, or that you don't need to change at all. I bet that you've looked this kind of thing up before--you've gone on Tumblr and cried out for attention, only to be met with similar statements.
There's nothing wrong with encouragement--hell, you'll never make it without encouragement--but telling you that everything's fine isn't going to help you get better.
Next, I'd like to share another harsh bit of wisdom:
I'll never, ever attempt to right the past. Not for myself, and not for you. The second you cut yourself on purpose you'll have a patented brand of guilt hanging over your head until you can forgive yourself. You can't forgive yourself until you realize that you're wrong.
Don't take offense to my opinions. I view them as facts, but I'm no trained psychologist who can fix everything. I'm not a social justice warrior, I'm not trying to be an egotistical hero, and I'm definitely not trying to prey on a desperate demographic to gain fame. I legitimately want to help, and so I'll do my best to do so.
If at any point you find what I write damaging, I advise you to click away and go read a nice story. However, if you ever find yourself desperately scourging the internet for advice you can relate to with no results, I'd encourage you to stay. Perhaps you can find something here.
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Self Harm: An Intimate Addiction
Non-FictionThis story isn't a work of fiction. When I was a stupid little twit, younger and lonely and dealing with hormones, I took sharp razor blades and cut my skin until I bled. Whether this is relatable for you, you have a family member you'd like to...
