Flashback Friday

Enough week is coming to an end, the clock is slowly ticking closer to the weekend.
And once again it’s time to rewind back the clock to past blogs.
While looking back to find a blog post to share, I released that on the 19th Feb, I have written a few powerful post.
It was hard to pick one, 3 of them are in the running but I have decided to post one that may help others.
I will admit it makes me sick to the stomach to post this and shame and embarrassment washes over me and once again I have to put myself in the firing line of judgement in hopes that it may just help someone.
On a positive note, one I am very proud of, I have kept a promise, that I made to Ross, that I wouldn’t ever do this again and I have NOT.
I’ve kept that promise alive.
So here goes……………..

The first cut is the deepest.

https://icemaidendiaries.net/2013/02/19/the-first-cut-is-the-deepest/

My mum has asked me to write a blog, to try to explain to her why I self harm.
She asked me to try to make her understand why I would put myself at danger and why is it so hard to express my feelings without hurting myself.

I have self harmed since I was about 10 years old, and I believed I always had it under control.
I’m sure reading that, you are thinking, “Under control, how on earth is that controlled?”
When I say controlled I mean, I always use a clean blade, made sure someone was always at home, incase I cut too deep, that I cleaned and dressed the cut.

So maybe you are thinking Freak, well you would be within your right to think so.
But please bare with me while I try to explain this the best I can.
I believe this will be the hardest blog I will ever write and I am putting myself out there to be judged by you all.
A huge risk for me to take, but if I can put my mum’s mind at rest and even help someone out there understand a little, I believe that it is worth the risk.

I will always remember my first cut, the pain was incredible, and seeing the blood, made me feel sick and if I am honest I looked at myself and thought ” OMG I’m a freak”
I now can not remember why I made that first cut or why I did it again.
 (Maybe it wasn’t that bad after all, or I would remember why I did it.)

One cut I remember above all the others, I was about 12 years old.
I had been through an awful chapter in my life and I felt so much emotional pain that I did not know how to deal with it.
I felt totally alone in my life and I had no one to turn to.
I picked up a blade and without any thought to it, I cut my wrist.
I didn’t even notice the pain, I felt a release of all the emotional pain built up inside, leaking out with my blood.
All the hurt and anger pumped out of me and I felt free for the first time in months.
After that with every cut I made, my pain drained out, my soul was free, and disappointment was gone.

But Cutting is an addiction that you cannot stop once you’ve started, that’s why it’s such a tragedy.
You cut to feel better, sadly though, the whole time you are risking your own life.
What if you cut too deep and you end up killing yourself?
Last year, this nearly happened, I was lost and I cut too deeply and ended up in hospital. I nearly died.
If it was not for two certain people, one who knows me better than I know myself, he called for help which in turn, lead to me being taken to hospital, given blood transfusions etc.

I cannot really remember much about that day, but I know, I would not be here to tell this tale if it wasn’t for them.
I thank them for keeping me alive.

I still didn’t learn and I cut again and again, 
It’s was EASIER to deal with the Physical pain then the Emotional pain.
For some reason I saw the light, I saw a different view on life and now I hardly cut at all and when I do, it doesn’t give me the sense of freedom, it hurts and I am disappointed in myself.
It adds to the problems, and you know what, those problems are nothing compared to others.
So why am I letting them get to me.
My scars may have faded with the help of laser treatment and the depression suppressed but the urge will always be with me.
I am sure as sure, can be, that I can beat it, I want to beat it.

Instead of looking at the bad I’m trying to see the good that surrounds me.
Every day is a new beginning and a new page in my book of life.
As I have said many times,
” Life is for living, a gift.”
So when I go to cut myself, I now step back and think about,

what if it goes wrong? what am I leaving behind?

and then I see that life is worth having the bad days for.
With out the bad your can not see how good the good really is.

Life isn’t meant to be easy, it’s meant to be lived, sometimes happy, other times rough. But with every up and down you learn lessons that make you strong.
That’s what living is all about.

Self harm may help you for a split second, but the long-term damage is not worth it.
Please if you ever feel like it’s the only way, count to 10 look around you and see something beautiful,
a Smile, a Picture, a Flower, a Friend, remember a perfect Memory, think of your dreams, you still want to come true and tell yourself, to be strong.
If all else fails, remember you are loved and not alone. There are people to talk to who care and love you, for who you are.
Every cut you make hurts them to.

If you still can’t shake the feeling, remember this blog and throw me a message, maybe I could help.

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