
UninformedLover
"We will fight this together...as a family."
- Nov 12, 2019
- 304
Title. I've been clean for about 3 months but the urge was just to overwhelming for me. I spent the last 3 days cutting myself and I am spiraling out of control.
I don't know what my problem is. I just enjoy it so much. I haven't been this bad since high school.
I used to tell myself "Oh I can stop whenever I want too. Its okay." And look how much of a lie that was. I'm so afraid I will cut too deep or something. The satisfaction is just not there anymore. I keep urging myself to go deeper and deeper and I actually did it. I already have nerve damage in my arms. To be honest...My arms aren't that appealing to look at. When I go outside I feel so self-conscious about my scars and I am only making it worse.
I remember when my mother saw my arms she said they looked disgusting. I was distraught and so ashamed of myself. It took a long time for me to be content with my scars but now...I don't know. It'll soon be spring and I don't want to wear long sleeves again. But I can not control myself. It's a feat I must endure I suppose. I fear soon my arms will unrecognizable. I just don't know what to do anymore. I really don't.
I don't know what my problem is. I just enjoy it so much. I haven't been this bad since high school.
I used to tell myself "Oh I can stop whenever I want too. Its okay." And look how much of a lie that was. I'm so afraid I will cut too deep or something. The satisfaction is just not there anymore. I keep urging myself to go deeper and deeper and I actually did it. I already have nerve damage in my arms. To be honest...My arms aren't that appealing to look at. When I go outside I feel so self-conscious about my scars and I am only making it worse.
I remember when my mother saw my arms she said they looked disgusting. I was distraught and so ashamed of myself. It took a long time for me to be content with my scars but now...I don't know. It'll soon be spring and I don't want to wear long sleeves again. But I can not control myself. It's a feat I must endure I suppose. I fear soon my arms will unrecognizable. I just don't know what to do anymore. I really don't.