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Where can i start. Well I can tell you I wasn't the only one out of my friends who was cutting but i was the only one who had enough courage to tell my parents. Maybe it was because I was kinda forced to. This is my story of struggle. I encourage you to read it maybe it will help you.
Cutting. One word but a million reasons that you would start. Maybe it was because your parents got divorced or maybe someone in your family is ill or passed away or maybe you were stressed and tried it and got addicted. For me none of those were why i started. If you asked me for a reason i really couldn't tell you. I guess i just needed a way to get out all of my pain and anger. I didn't need it i could go for a week without doing it, it was when i started having time on my hands that i would do it. I started in Grade 7. My family was having some issues together, a lot of arguing, maybe you could say thats why i did it but I think it was because everyone wanted something from me. My parents wanted me to get good grades like usual parents but my sister is a genius, top of the class, it still is a big thing to work up to having to follow in your big sisters footsteps. MY friends were struggling just like me. So we decided to start a book where we all could write in it together, it helped until more stress and problems broke out thats when i got out of hand. My two friends went to a friends mom and told them what i was doing and then i got called down to the counselors office. It was the most awkward thing of my life he asked me really personal questions like where i cut and why i cut, i tried to lie and tell him i didn't but the truth was i was sick of hiding my pain inside so i broke. I had told my parents the night before so of course we had to "talk" about it but the conversation mostly consisted of my parents begging me to tell them why and when i told them why they weren't satisfied. So we had another one of these conversations and all it did was make me wanna cut harder and deeper. I didn't though but i did sill cut. THat summer i went to a christian camp with three of my friends. It made me think about what i was doing to myself and my body. But when it came the time where i should have told my cabin counselor i didn't, i simply couldn't. After I got back soon school came and i tried to not cut but eventually i gave in and cut myself two times on my leg, my usual spot, for a total of nine, i think. I don't know when i decided this but i decided i wanted to stop. So I did, i haven't for two or three months now and my scars are fading. I think the reason why i stopped was because i found God and i believed everything i had heard at camp and i wanted to bring him into my life so it was cutting or him. Cutting has ruined friendships not completely but enough that they need repairing so for everyone who is trying to stop don't give up because you will always find a way whether it is by yourself or with help either or. Don't give up! Hold on! God will always be there. God bless.
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