My story starts off simple, a girl in middle school with friends who cut because “it’s cool”. Once I got caught up in that tangled web, it became impossible to leave. It went from doing something that all my friends were doing, to needing to do it because I needed that feeling of relief. I needed to feel the cold hard blade against my skin, burning, pulling, and giving me the feeling I longed for. About a year later, things got much more complex.
I have tried to commit suicide a handful of times in my twenty seven years alive. The first time I did it, I was alone in my room struggling with the thoughts that fill my minds daily about how I am not good enough and I’ll never be. Once those thoughts start, you can’t just shut them off. I convinced
I have tried to commit suicide a handful of times in my twenty seven years alive. The first time I did it, I was alone in my room struggling with the thoughts that fill my minds daily about how I am not good enough and I’ll never be. Once those thoughts start, you can’t just shut them off. I convinced