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| Jade's Story | ||||||||
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| My Cry out from the cutter within me | ||||||||
| This isn't easy for me, but I feel I need to share my story with the rest of you. It all started in Mid-November. School wasn't great, and my grades started slipping. I was in a fight with my parents. They were calling me names like "dumbass" and "Nasty Little Bitch" and a few others, and my dad smacked me. I felt like shit, so I ran up to my room, and took out my razon. I made a deep slice in my hip, that bled for a while. But I covered it up, for a week or so, until my problems started again. It got to a point where I was failing, and cutting every night. I was depressed often, and felt it wasn't worth living,. I would have taken my life, but felt it was better if I stayed. Plus I didn't want my loved ones to be sad. So I covered up by wearing baggy pants, and long sleeve shirts, and putting a smile on everyday. But that only made me more depressed inside. I closed myself up from the world, and my only escape was through watching myself bleed. I wanted to tell someone, but didn't. It was my drug, my antidone. My stress reliever, my only escape.So, this went on for about 3 months. Then, a friend from school saw my cuts, and told the guidence councelor. I was called down, and I denyed everything. I got home, and denyed it all agin, to my own mother. Then, my mom saw my cuts, and knew it was true. I now atend therapy weekly, and am trying to stop. I still feel the urge to take out my razor, but I don't, even though I know, it will haunt me forever. -Jade |
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