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©2009 ~Lt-Tomoe87
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EDIT: For TWLOHA day, I decided to write my own story. Because; Your story matters.

I would really appreciate people not flaming this; I'm sharing my story because it's something that needs to be said...it's not just cutting that people do. People need to know they're not alone, but that it IS NOT okay. So please, be respectable. If you don't have anything NICE to say, please don't say it at all? :)

I began my path of self injury at the age of eleven years old. It was after I had found out through eaves dropping how a very good family friend had died; suicide. He was like a second grandfather to me. It was not what propelled me, but certainly made me depressed in many ways. On top of pubescent feelings, I didn't know why I was so sad; I just knew that I was, and I didn't know how to deal with it. I hated myself for treating everyone so badly, this was my punishment.

Whatever you could possibly think of, I did it. Just to get my mind of the emotional pain. My parents tried therapy, it didn't work very well.

I began to become a recluse, stopped swimming, failing in school, spent all my time online talking to friends that I still have to day. (They are the most amazing people in the world, and I might actually meet one of them soon). This was all easy for me to do because I was, and still am cyber charter homeschooled.

As each day went by, I started doing this less. So this past year, after I turned fifteen was when I went the longest without doing it. It took one stupid guy to reinfect me with depression to the most severe I had ever had it in the Spring of 2009. This past summer was my big break away from my depression. It was long and hard, but I did it.

While I'm gone of my "teenage" depression, I still have urges to inflict injury on myself. I'm mature enough and have been through enough not to do it though. I swim, I lift weights, I draw, I play piano. All but one of my scars has faded. It's all I need to remember that I won't ever do it again.

There is always something else to do to channel your frustration, emotional pain, urges. I'm always open to helping people. Always.

There is another way out. Contact me if you need someone to talk to! Send me a note, leave me comment, I have my skype on my profile. You don't have to do this on your own.

Talking ALWAYS helps. Someone knows, even if you don't really want them to. They can help you out of it, you can be healed, there is a rewind button. The more you have someone to help you, the better you will get. You have to contribute yourself of course, and do your best, but having someone else makes the biggest difference.


Because;

Love is the movement!
Rescue is possible!
Stop the bleeding!



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i think it's great that you shared your story on here. hopefully this will help others.

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Yes, I hop so too. Thank you for your comment :hug:

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