tryin2findtruth
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It seems that I'm going in a never ending circle. The past year has been prettty hard. The thing was I used to be a normal kid, got good grades, had awsome friends,things may not have been perfect but I liked how they were. Then things started going down hill. Well for most of the year I was being abused. Some kid would always harass me by touching me or just saying really innapropriate things. Me, being kind of sheltered, I didn't know how to react, so instead of getting help I let it go on for the whole year.
I couldn't face reality, it ws just too painful. With out knowing it I got into cutting. At that time I never saw it as that. I'd just scratch at me skin with dull pencils(i wanted it to hurt more that way). It never got to the point where it bled though. Me cutting myself didn't last very long then only a few out breaks here and there. I figured I was over it.
School ended for the year and I didn't have to go through any more abuse. You can imagine how thrilled I was. I decided to renew myself during the time we had off from school. By the near end of the summer it seemed that my plan had worked. We were about to start band camp(last 2 weeks of the summer)so I was getting really excited to see all of my friends, especially one in perticular-my best friend. Things were going great, untill the second week. Well long story short some rumors were spread about me and my friened-completely false-and our friendship had come to a complete stop. It hit me really hard. I never knew people to be so cruel that they would make stories up about other people. My entire view on life-people-was diminushed, crushed. I, after it only being a short time after being abused, couldn't handle another blow like this. Suddenly the world began to fall all around me. My "friends" were leaving me from the shear spread of those rumors, everything that I lived for was gone. I had been abandoned like a lost puppy.
Well the school year started back up again. No the abuse didn't continue. But this entire ordeal with my "ex" best frined was playing it's toll. We avioded eachother, stopped speaking, the works. Eventually we "made up" but things still aren't right between him and me.
I'm sad to say that over those months I started cutting. little outbreaks here and there. Even worse it's now to the point that I think I might be addicted to it. It never became a daily ruitine, but I couldn't leave my hands with out something to do-write, draw, hold something, or crack my knuckles- or else I felt tempted to cut. Thankfully I have a marvelous frined now who I've been able to trust. He's helped me with fighting this off. So far it's worked I haven't done anything hurtful to myself in 2 weeks or so. I'm so proud of my accomplishment, but the "craving" to do it again is growing stronger and stronger everyday. I can't concentrate on my school work, if I try then all I can see is my pencil lying so close to me. I feel tempted to use it so badly. The thing that really has me scared is that over Christmas break something horrible happened. I got really depressed and mellow. It's like I went crazy. I started rocking back and forth in the corner of my room, then I statted cutting myself-far worse then it's ever been. But it was like I wasn't doing it, like something was controling me, like I was watching this scene from a top view. Then my body layed on the ground and started shaking vigiously like as seizure-though it wasn't. I was so frightened by that, I didn't want that to happen again, so I stopped also for that reason. I never thought this could happen, but I think I'm addicted and I hate it. I want to be able to say, "I was stronger than that." Do you have any advice?
I couldn't face reality, it ws just too painful. With out knowing it I got into cutting. At that time I never saw it as that. I'd just scratch at me skin with dull pencils(i wanted it to hurt more that way). It never got to the point where it bled though. Me cutting myself didn't last very long then only a few out breaks here and there. I figured I was over it.
School ended for the year and I didn't have to go through any more abuse. You can imagine how thrilled I was. I decided to renew myself during the time we had off from school. By the near end of the summer it seemed that my plan had worked. We were about to start band camp(last 2 weeks of the summer)so I was getting really excited to see all of my friends, especially one in perticular-my best friend. Things were going great, untill the second week. Well long story short some rumors were spread about me and my friened-completely false-and our friendship had come to a complete stop. It hit me really hard. I never knew people to be so cruel that they would make stories up about other people. My entire view on life-people-was diminushed, crushed. I, after it only being a short time after being abused, couldn't handle another blow like this. Suddenly the world began to fall all around me. My "friends" were leaving me from the shear spread of those rumors, everything that I lived for was gone. I had been abandoned like a lost puppy.
Well the school year started back up again. No the abuse didn't continue. But this entire ordeal with my "ex" best frined was playing it's toll. We avioded eachother, stopped speaking, the works. Eventually we "made up" but things still aren't right between him and me.
I'm sad to say that over those months I started cutting. little outbreaks here and there. Even worse it's now to the point that I think I might be addicted to it. It never became a daily ruitine, but I couldn't leave my hands with out something to do-write, draw, hold something, or crack my knuckles- or else I felt tempted to cut. Thankfully I have a marvelous frined now who I've been able to trust. He's helped me with fighting this off. So far it's worked I haven't done anything hurtful to myself in 2 weeks or so. I'm so proud of my accomplishment, but the "craving" to do it again is growing stronger and stronger everyday. I can't concentrate on my school work, if I try then all I can see is my pencil lying so close to me. I feel tempted to use it so badly. The thing that really has me scared is that over Christmas break something horrible happened. I got really depressed and mellow. It's like I went crazy. I started rocking back and forth in the corner of my room, then I statted cutting myself-far worse then it's ever been. But it was like I wasn't doing it, like something was controling me, like I was watching this scene from a top view. Then my body layed on the ground and started shaking vigiously like as seizure-though it wasn't. I was so frightened by that, I didn't want that to happen again, so I stopped also for that reason. I never thought this could happen, but I think I'm addicted and I hate it. I want to be able to say, "I was stronger than that." Do you have any advice?