I have written this letter to my psychologist hoping that she will help me overcome my problem with self injury. However writing the letter is one thing and giving it to her it is a completely different story. I'm afraid of exposing something I have kept secret for so long. I know that once receives this letter she will have to inform my parents of the problem which has the potential of making my life living hell. After all there is little chance they will understand.I would appreciate it if you could read the letter and me your opinion on it!I do not know when I'll have the courage to give it to her but knowing what other people think of it will be of great help to me. Thanks!
well here it is...
You have helped me more than anyone in this most difficult time of my life. You have shown me that there are good people in this world who give themselves to help others. I am very grateful for the care that you have given me in my darkness. Without which I would be truly lost. It is now however that I need more help and support than I would have ever suspected before this time.
There are moments when I feel such deep emotional pain that cannot be expressed in words. This degree of suffering is unbearable and I am unable to cope. Pain and self-hatred overwhelm me causing me to cope in the only way I feel that I can express the pain deep within. I cut myself. I ask that you please listen to me before you make any conclusions. I know there are endless thoughts racing through your mind at this very moment and that there are still even more questions. I can only do my best to fill in the blanks.
You must know that it is not easy for me to write those words. This letter possesses the courage that I have not had for months. I have no way of knowing how you will truly react to this. I have tried many times to anticipate numerous reactions but I know only that I cannot control how you or anyone will react to the dark truth of my pain. I ask you not to mistake my self-injury as an attempt to manipulate those around me because that is simply not true. My use of cutting as a coping mechanism was a way for me to have a sense of control over my body when I feel that there is no other way to gain control over my thoughts and myself. Emotional suffering can be one of the most frustrating forms of pain for it cannot be touched nor easily healed. Physical pain is not invisible however. I know the cause and the reason for my self-inflicted pain. As my wound heals I know that my pain has an end. My emotional pain is different in that there is no visible end to such deepness.
The cause of this nightmare is in direct correlation with my depression and self-hatred. Cutting releases emotional pain and helps me to feel when I am numb. It is a way of coping with life when I feel there’s nothing left. As much as it has kept me from doing further harm to myself it has only added to my problem of depression. Ultimately it has become a problem in itself. I know that if it were not for my depression then self-injury would not be something I face now. However I do not intend to play the victim of self-injury. Cutting is rather a symptom of my experience with depression. I have learned that it is an addiction and is certainly not easy to stop. Getting beyond self-injury is not simply done with willpower alone. I need support in order to overcome this. I have tried three times to quit but have only made it 1 ½ months without cutting. Alone my strength only last so long… As I feel myself breaking I give into the impulse that leads to the act of self-harm. I must make it clear that I have never acted with the intent to take my own life. If there is one thing I am certain of it is this: thoughts do not always become actions.
You have taught me to take risks and slowly I have come to do so. Giving you this letter is by far the greatest risk I have taken yet. I recognize the potential of losing many things that are dear to me. There in lies the reason for my secrecy. Misunderstanding and social stigma keep distance between others and myself. I fear that I will lose you as my confidant. It would be foolish of me to think that my confession of my struggle with self-injury would not change things. To the contrary I know it changes everything. I know there is a chance that exists for you to be so disgusted and repulsed by my behavior that you will no longer wish to have me under your care. It is my hope that you will think about the steps you will take as a result of my actions, however it is important that you do not rush to your decision and you are certain that it is fully formed. Self-injury was one of the first symptoms of my depression. I understand if you feel that you are unable to help me overcome my problem. If this is what you decide I will not easily except it but I will except it nonetheless. Upon first seeking your help I was uneasy and unsure, as time went on things changed… my depression did not lift but I came to trust you. The power of trust is never to be underestimated because in this case I believe it is the key to progress. You may be wondering why I felt I couldn’t tell you this before. I had believed that once I trusted you I could tell you anything and it turned out I could tell you almost everything. When I finally gained such comfort in your support I did not want to destroy the foundation that we painstakingly built together. I still do not wish that to be so but I understand that despite that wish some damage is done the extent of which I do not yet know. You have told me that I do not deserve the pain and anger of the self-hatred I place on myself daily. This is true and yet it took me so long to believe it. My hatred of myself has not changed but I want it to. I know that if it doesn’t this pattern will continue. I am all too painfully aware that such change will not be easy…setbacks may be inevitable but it is a necessity that changes occur.
I am aware that you are obligated to inform my parents of my problem. I am I so unprepared for the reactions of my family…be it anger, frustration, confusion, sadness, or guilt. I love them and in my sadness I hurt myself so that I did not spread my sadness to them. In trying to contain my depression I have failed. I could never truly tell them how I felt and this inability to communicate ultimately hurt me. My mother has noticed my wounds and my scars but I always change the subject. I have wondered if perhaps she simply denied the truth about them or if she never really made a connection. Regardless I know that by admitting I have a problem I will lose their trust and in all likelihood lose my privacy as well. It is my hope that I won’t lose everything by seeking the help that I know is necessary. I am aware that I may loose trust yet I need to be allowed to heal and I cannot do so if I am to be repeatedly punished. After all that is part of the purpose of cutting myself, as punishment for my feelings.
Please try to understand that my actions were not twisted or sick…I made them as a result of my inability to cope with unbearable suffering which I felt I could communicate in no other way. I know that the reactions I receive will be negative but somehow I need heal from this. I have disguised my pain in poetry but there are times when there are no words to say. Only pain to be expressed...when words are not enough. In my battle with depression I often think to myself: there has to be another way than down. For me cutting has been a way to keep myself from falling beyond recovery…a way to keep myself alive. I now need to learn a new way to live a new way to cope. Whether or not you decide to help me I still need help. If you are willing I will work with you during sessions to try and figure things out. If you think hospitalization is necessary I will do it but the decisions you make are not up to me. I have given you the information now you have to decide what to do with it. I am amazed at how painful it is to cry…I haven’t hurt this much in the long time. The tears rolling down my face hurt more then when I feel the blood running down my arm. I am so truly sorry if I caused you any pain but writing this letter was something that I had to do.
well here it is...
You have helped me more than anyone in this most difficult time of my life. You have shown me that there are good people in this world who give themselves to help others. I am very grateful for the care that you have given me in my darkness. Without which I would be truly lost. It is now however that I need more help and support than I would have ever suspected before this time.
There are moments when I feel such deep emotional pain that cannot be expressed in words. This degree of suffering is unbearable and I am unable to cope. Pain and self-hatred overwhelm me causing me to cope in the only way I feel that I can express the pain deep within. I cut myself. I ask that you please listen to me before you make any conclusions. I know there are endless thoughts racing through your mind at this very moment and that there are still even more questions. I can only do my best to fill in the blanks.
You must know that it is not easy for me to write those words. This letter possesses the courage that I have not had for months. I have no way of knowing how you will truly react to this. I have tried many times to anticipate numerous reactions but I know only that I cannot control how you or anyone will react to the dark truth of my pain. I ask you not to mistake my self-injury as an attempt to manipulate those around me because that is simply not true. My use of cutting as a coping mechanism was a way for me to have a sense of control over my body when I feel that there is no other way to gain control over my thoughts and myself. Emotional suffering can be one of the most frustrating forms of pain for it cannot be touched nor easily healed. Physical pain is not invisible however. I know the cause and the reason for my self-inflicted pain. As my wound heals I know that my pain has an end. My emotional pain is different in that there is no visible end to such deepness.
The cause of this nightmare is in direct correlation with my depression and self-hatred. Cutting releases emotional pain and helps me to feel when I am numb. It is a way of coping with life when I feel there’s nothing left. As much as it has kept me from doing further harm to myself it has only added to my problem of depression. Ultimately it has become a problem in itself. I know that if it were not for my depression then self-injury would not be something I face now. However I do not intend to play the victim of self-injury. Cutting is rather a symptom of my experience with depression. I have learned that it is an addiction and is certainly not easy to stop. Getting beyond self-injury is not simply done with willpower alone. I need support in order to overcome this. I have tried three times to quit but have only made it 1 ½ months without cutting. Alone my strength only last so long… As I feel myself breaking I give into the impulse that leads to the act of self-harm. I must make it clear that I have never acted with the intent to take my own life. If there is one thing I am certain of it is this: thoughts do not always become actions.
You have taught me to take risks and slowly I have come to do so. Giving you this letter is by far the greatest risk I have taken yet. I recognize the potential of losing many things that are dear to me. There in lies the reason for my secrecy. Misunderstanding and social stigma keep distance between others and myself. I fear that I will lose you as my confidant. It would be foolish of me to think that my confession of my struggle with self-injury would not change things. To the contrary I know it changes everything. I know there is a chance that exists for you to be so disgusted and repulsed by my behavior that you will no longer wish to have me under your care. It is my hope that you will think about the steps you will take as a result of my actions, however it is important that you do not rush to your decision and you are certain that it is fully formed. Self-injury was one of the first symptoms of my depression. I understand if you feel that you are unable to help me overcome my problem. If this is what you decide I will not easily except it but I will except it nonetheless. Upon first seeking your help I was uneasy and unsure, as time went on things changed… my depression did not lift but I came to trust you. The power of trust is never to be underestimated because in this case I believe it is the key to progress. You may be wondering why I felt I couldn’t tell you this before. I had believed that once I trusted you I could tell you anything and it turned out I could tell you almost everything. When I finally gained such comfort in your support I did not want to destroy the foundation that we painstakingly built together. I still do not wish that to be so but I understand that despite that wish some damage is done the extent of which I do not yet know. You have told me that I do not deserve the pain and anger of the self-hatred I place on myself daily. This is true and yet it took me so long to believe it. My hatred of myself has not changed but I want it to. I know that if it doesn’t this pattern will continue. I am all too painfully aware that such change will not be easy…setbacks may be inevitable but it is a necessity that changes occur.
I am aware that you are obligated to inform my parents of my problem. I am I so unprepared for the reactions of my family…be it anger, frustration, confusion, sadness, or guilt. I love them and in my sadness I hurt myself so that I did not spread my sadness to them. In trying to contain my depression I have failed. I could never truly tell them how I felt and this inability to communicate ultimately hurt me. My mother has noticed my wounds and my scars but I always change the subject. I have wondered if perhaps she simply denied the truth about them or if she never really made a connection. Regardless I know that by admitting I have a problem I will lose their trust and in all likelihood lose my privacy as well. It is my hope that I won’t lose everything by seeking the help that I know is necessary. I am aware that I may loose trust yet I need to be allowed to heal and I cannot do so if I am to be repeatedly punished. After all that is part of the purpose of cutting myself, as punishment for my feelings.
Please try to understand that my actions were not twisted or sick…I made them as a result of my inability to cope with unbearable suffering which I felt I could communicate in no other way. I know that the reactions I receive will be negative but somehow I need heal from this. I have disguised my pain in poetry but there are times when there are no words to say. Only pain to be expressed...when words are not enough. In my battle with depression I often think to myself: there has to be another way than down. For me cutting has been a way to keep myself from falling beyond recovery…a way to keep myself alive. I now need to learn a new way to live a new way to cope. Whether or not you decide to help me I still need help. If you are willing I will work with you during sessions to try and figure things out. If you think hospitalization is necessary I will do it but the decisions you make are not up to me. I have given you the information now you have to decide what to do with it. I am amazed at how painful it is to cry…I haven’t hurt this much in the long time. The tears rolling down my face hurt more then when I feel the blood running down my arm. I am so truly sorry if I caused you any pain but writing this letter was something that I had to do.