I had never thought about my depression after getting caught cutting. Until, my friend was curious how I stopped being depressed as much. That night, I gave in, I broke down, I coped, by cutting. The thoughts came back… I am back into my depression. And I’ll prolly never completely get out of depression alive.. So I’ll try to live my life with it. But trust me, I will get meds for my depression someday.
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@ Copeing
You won’t get out of LIVING alive….much less depression. If you have true depression and not just a big bout of the blues, you NEED to get on medication, the quicker the better. Don’t let cutting be how you deal with depression. I am one too, and it is my final desperation measure before I’ll do it. In fact, before this last time, it had been 5 years. The good thing is….at least you know you are not the only person out there. When I first started, there WAS no internet, and I thought I must be the most insane freak ever. You are not alone.
Get on that medication though. Let someone know you’re depressed. It’s up to you if you want to tell about the cutting. I’ve never told my doctor and she’s never figured it out because I don’t cut in noticeable places. Except this last time….I’ve had to tell a few lies about this cut.