So i was a happy girl, and i had friends, best-friends infact, i was chubby and proud, and never wore make up and honestly could’nt care less..and then when it hit year 9 everything changed, i got fed up of the ‘fat’ and ‘ugly’ comments, and could’nt take it anymore, i went on the laptop alot and looked on websites like tumblr, but more importantly i looked at blogs like thinsperation. Â At first i just looked but never did anything, and then i started to starve myself in crave of a thigh gap and collar bones. I stopped eating completely and gave up on food. Halfway through year 9 i lost so much weight its unreal but i still wasnt happy, my friends got concerned in the way i stopped eating, so instead what did i do? I ate so much every single day, and my friends were comforted with these thoughts, but what they didnt know is i went home, and hung over the toilet sticking my fingers down my throat, and purged everyday, it was only the beginning of year 10 i started to self harm, all up my legs, scars and i can hardly look at them. I spend almost every night in tears in bed, or worse, lifeless and barricaded into my room with sad music on thinking, ‘why, just why. why did it have to be me?’ and ‘i want to die’ ive had arguments with all my friends, i push them all away, and i have no one, but im starting to realise, just stop and think about everything before killing yourself, your family, friends, even pets, you mean something, and you were put in this world for a reason.
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I am so pleased that you see the truth in this. I felt the same way. For years I have contemplated ending my life. But then I think of my mother, and my father, and my little sister. I could never leave them with the guilt. How could I put them through what I’m going through now. It’s not their fault I am the way I am.
I have scars too. This hits me on such an emotional level because I can see where you are coming from. When I cut I don’t meant to kill myself. I just want the pain to go away. And I want someone that loves me to come to me and ask, just once, why my legs are covered in scars. No one has asked yet. But eventually someone will. And I will have someone to confide in, and I will have someone to help me through my trauma.
Stay strong. And thank you for making this post. Depression isn’t always about suicide. Sometimes, it’s just about needing someone to be there to pick you up when you fall.
I pray you find that someone.
In some ways, i never want anyone to find out, to know how much of a freak i am, i dont want to feel the shame of it, but in another way i just want someone to save me..
You aren’t a freak. Everyone deals with their emotional stress differently. No one here is a freak. We are just dealing with our depression the way we see fit.
A word of advice. Don’t go around telling everyone your trauma. Wait for that one person that you truly trust, and tell them. Sometimes, I think it’s best to have one person to confide in, than having multiple people.
This is so true!
And all of this negative things we want to do to ourselves MUST have a reason!
No matter how much you tell yourself *you don’t care* it always comes from little things people or even you wouldn’t expect to be a reason for all this negativity.
There is no way that that non of us can’t be helped!
But some of us will eventually give up before they are saved…
Maybe self-harming is an outward manifestation of all of the negativity that has accumulated inside a person’s mind after being constantly tormented by negative people? We can stop the cycle of self-harm.