I've started to cut because the pain that my brother causes our family is too emotional on me. I'm afraid that if I harbor that much emotional pain then I'm going to have a depression/anxiety relapse. I cut because I want the physical pain instead of the emotional pain. I'm sick of missing my brother. I'm sick of the financial problems that he harbors on my parents. I'm sick of his substance abuse and naivity. But most of all, I'm sick of loving a drug addict and a liar. I can't even look at him the same.
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