My favorite thing in the world is being there for someone like us. I am 17, a junior in HS, and I have 7 MS girls who are just like me. Cutters, suicidals. I can only help so much. Today, to get one to stop, I put my blade to my arm, on a line I have thinned out from my elbow to wrist, just in case I ever need to do it. It’s a pain to watch them worry, but a relief to watch them stop. I’ve gone back to cutting, though. What gives me the right to stop others when I can’t stop myself? Some say that the 4 years clean gives me a right to a little relief, but I can’t help feel guilty. I guess I just have to wait and see.
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You are my hero. You can’t expect yourself to be perfect, just do your best and it sounds like that’s exactly what you’re doing.
As for you cutting, there are plenty enough scars on the inside without bringing them to the outside, Sometimes the snap from a rubber band or a pinch or even going to a safe place in your mind if a way to find some relief.
Keep up the good work, you are a beautiful person.