I started cutting a little bit back in March. I had never done it before then. I was panicking, crying and really upset and angry with my family. I didn’t know how to calm myself down and then i just picked up a pin and started poking at my wrists. Eventually I bled a little bit and it freaked me out. I did this twice in the spring. Then I was doing better but tonight I got really upset again and jealous of my younger sister. I got really mad and felt really helpless. I didn’t know how to handle myself again and grabbed the scissors and started poking my wrists. I never cut deep I just poke at them until they bleed and then I usually get kind of freaked out and stop. I used to be one of those people who was really (per say) disturbed by the idea of cutting and didn’t understand the logic. I don’t exactly know how I got started or why. This is only my third time but I don’t want it to become a habit. Also, I promise I’m not doing it for attention, I have never told anyone nor has anyone seen my wrists. I am only writing about it on this blog because its anonymous. I don’t want to talk about it with anyone I know, or freak anyone out.