Can’t answer the question because I’ve never been a cutter. There’s plenty of outlets I have that make the tears roll, though (shit, click my name, writing any one of those made me tear up) and I get an emotional catharsis without leaving a physical scar.
Explore your options before you riddle yourself with scars. If your exploration leaves you up short then go back to cutting.
I will die anyway. I don’t care about scarves. If I had the courage I would cut my whole body in two pieces that they could bury me in two graves. One for hunchback, one for the seekker that sleeps beneath the golden hill.
It won’t be today, not in a week. But I will end this life by suicide one day. I have no future. I have no present. I am the past of everybody.
I know you won’t be able to and that it’s entirely useless for me to say it but please believe me when I say that you will feel differently within a month.
Hell, knowing me, I will feel less like trying to offer advice and more like trying to top myself within the next 10 minutes! We’re a volatile, emotional, capricious lot, all whilst being logical and rational. It’s almost like we all live in a shared, perpetual cognative dissonance.
All I can say is welcome to SP. We’ve all been feeling this shit for years (mostly) and we’re all mostly looking for ways to get about what we’re thinking.
I’m pretty sure that the answer for my case is a conscious decision to live…made that decision 3 times now and I’m still no better off.
Point is, we’re all as lost as each other here, think the idea is that we offer things that have done a little bit of help for us in the past and hope it does more good for others than it did for ourselves…
I appreciate this site. Been around here reading since last year’s fall. I have one thing that I recommend people stuck in crisis.
A crisis if always a crisis of thought. If you get used to pattern from the past, if your life becomes a monotone symphony of your failures long ago, you try to find ways out by the ways of thinking that led you in more and more. That is the circle of suicide.
What helped me is doing something. DOING. Make trips to nature, be alone with yourself and the silence that surrounds you and get to a few other people on the way. Out of this harmony contacts and trust can evolve. I made this once and I never felt so good like in those three weeks. Then I let it go. Now I am to wrecked for it. I even prefer diing, it is so easy. And I’ve become lazy, lazy of love over the years.
Ive been a cutter for five years, and I wish that I had never started. Please do your self a favor and don’t start, don’t do it again. You will save your self a life of embarrassment and guilt if you stop now. Cutting is not worth it.
But cutting is a way to release emotional pain, it is the fastest way to end the pain. But it also creates so much more pain days, weeks, months after words. After a while cutting becomes addicting and you don’t know how to deal with emotional pain any other way.
Please, please don’t do it again.
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Can’t answer the question because I’ve never been a cutter. There’s plenty of outlets I have that make the tears roll, though (shit, click my name, writing any one of those made me tear up) and I get an emotional catharsis without leaving a physical scar.
Explore your options before you riddle yourself with scars. If your exploration leaves you up short then go back to cutting.
I will die anyway. I don’t care about scarves. If I had the courage I would cut my whole body in two pieces that they could bury me in two graves. One for hunchback, one for the seekker that sleeps beneath the golden hill.
It won’t be today, not in a week. But I will end this life by suicide one day. I have no future. I have no present. I am the past of everybody.
BoBaD, we’re all here for that exact reason.
I know you won’t be able to and that it’s entirely useless for me to say it but please believe me when I say that you will feel differently within a month.
Hell, knowing me, I will feel less like trying to offer advice and more like trying to top myself within the next 10 minutes! We’re a volatile, emotional, capricious lot, all whilst being logical and rational. It’s almost like we all live in a shared, perpetual cognative dissonance.
I’ve been feeling like this for years. I lost my soul as child. Who gives me hope?
All I can say is welcome to SP. We’ve all been feeling this shit for years (mostly) and we’re all mostly looking for ways to get about what we’re thinking.
I’m pretty sure that the answer for my case is a conscious decision to live…made that decision 3 times now and I’m still no better off.
Point is, we’re all as lost as each other here, think the idea is that we offer things that have done a little bit of help for us in the past and hope it does more good for others than it did for ourselves…
I appreciate this site. Been around here reading since last year’s fall. I have one thing that I recommend people stuck in crisis.
A crisis if always a crisis of thought. If you get used to pattern from the past, if your life becomes a monotone symphony of your failures long ago, you try to find ways out by the ways of thinking that led you in more and more. That is the circle of suicide.
What helped me is doing something. DOING. Make trips to nature, be alone with yourself and the silence that surrounds you and get to a few other people on the way. Out of this harmony contacts and trust can evolve. I made this once and I never felt so good like in those three weeks. Then I let it go. Now I am to wrecked for it. I even prefer diing, it is so easy. And I’ve become lazy, lazy of love over the years.
Ive been a cutter for five years, and I wish that I had never started. Please do your self a favor and don’t start, don’t do it again. You will save your self a life of embarrassment and guilt if you stop now. Cutting is not worth it.
But cutting is a way to release emotional pain, it is the fastest way to end the pain. But it also creates so much more pain days, weeks, months after words. After a while cutting becomes addicting and you don’t know how to deal with emotional pain any other way.
Please, please don’t do it again.