I finally told my boyfriend today about the cuts on my legs. I told him that for a month now I’ve been none stop drinking. It felt good to get it off my chest, but he told me something that made me feel worse than I’ve ever felt. He told me that he can’t look at me the same with the cuts anymore. He told me he’s disappointed in me. I asked him if he still loved me and asked if he still thought I was beautiful. He said the cuts make me a different person. I’ve never felt more disgusted with myself. I don’t know what to do. I don’t know who to talk to. I’ve been drinking a lot in a couple hours but I’m starting to sober up. I don’t know why I’m writing on this page. It doesn’t get me anywhere. I just felt like telling somebody else who understands what I’m going through.
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The cuts don’t change you. For this particular chapter of life, they are a part of you. The drinking and cutting seem to be ways that you’re coping. Perhaps there are other ways? Is there anyone you can speak with to stop things from building up? That’s one of the ‘benefits’ of this site. It serves as a nice release valve of sorts.
Welcome to SP. There’s a nice community here.