Okay so I'm going to share my diary entry with the first time I cut. I changed names for privacy and safety.❤ But before I begin, I started self harming in November. Back then, I was scratching myself with plastic and snapping myself with rubber bands. December was when I started cutting.
Saturday, December 10, 2016
I felt perfectly fine that past couple days. I was myself and I was finally happy. I thought these days were behind me. Boy was I wrong. My dad was in a tiny bad mood and it didn't really bother me. What really bothered me was, I heard him talking to either Aunt Gianna or Aunt Lucille and they're all worried about me. That's what I don't want. I don't want people worried about me. I was texting Becky anyways and I told her everything. I was debating about how I should tell her about my self harming. I was shaking and crying. I don't want her to view me differently. She talked with me and it felt nice. After she went to bed, I went to get a shower and saw a razor sitting on the shelf. I looked at it and grabbed it. I took the razor and cut myself. I started bleeding. I look at my wrist and felt the sharpest pain ever and see blood on my arm. It wouldn't stop. Once I got it to stop, I got out of the shower and took the razor to my room. I hid it in my drawer. It hurt a LOT, but I'm covering it with bracelets. It's the only reason I'm wearing them. I can't stand being like this.
YOU ARE READING
Depression/ Self Harm Help
RandomSo I'm writing this book to help you guys out. I hope I give you some advice here that will help you on the road to recovery. I'm adding some of my stories/experiences in, to help.
