Tomorrow, February 7th, is a huge day for me. February 7th of last year (2011) was the last time I self injured. I can’t even tell you how amazing it feels to be free of that terrible addiction. It became my life. I would sit at school and if something happened, I’d start thinking of the next time I’d be able to get my release in the form of a blade to my arm. It was my only release, but it was such short term relief. I would literally cut to escape the emotional low of my previous cut. I started it to be in control of my life, and in the end, it ended up controlling me instead. It really did nothing except hurt me. Seriously, I started and it just dragged me down. It hurt me, even though I didn’t exactly feel like I was physically hurting at first, the stinging and itching and constant hiding it. It seriously became my life. At one point I couldn’t get to sleep at night with one more cut. It calmed me down, or so I thought. The moral of the story is if you are even considering cutting, theres nothing anyone can say to stop you, but I hope you really think about what you’re getting into, and I urge you not to. Second, if you have already started cutting and are struggling with it, you should know that there IS hope. You don’t even want to know how many times I relapsed before I could get to the point where I was able to give it up. It IS a constant battle, and it never will disappear, but it WILL get easier in time. Plus, I’m always here for anyone who needs help.

-Michael

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