Heather
Diamond Member
I began cutting myself in the ninth grade. The first time was just a few scratches on my left wrist. It got more serious in my juniour year of high school. I would cut my face. One time I cut my lip with a razor blade. I have several scars on my left arm, a scar above my eye and one on my neck. I cut myself over the summer and now that the flashbacks have returned the urge to cut myself is back. I hate feeling this way. I'm tired of having this permeate every aspect of my life and feeling like a complete and total basket case. I look at the knives in the kitchen and imagine what it would be like to plunge it into my flesh. I think I need help.