I cut myself when I am depressed. Not because I want to die, but because it is the only way I know how to relaese of the pain. Yes, I am suicidal sometimes, but that isn't why I cut. One reason is because I want to know I am still on this Earth, still fighting the battle of life. If I don't bleed, that means I am gone, that I lost the fight. That I gave in, and I can't do that. I will win the battle, because I am a human, and I am strong. I am still a person, just a person who has some problems to deal with. I am on depression meds (paxil to be specific). I had to stop going to my therapist because my family didn't have enough money, but I am slowly working through things myself. I have friends that are helping me through it all, too.