Self-Injury Support Group
Whether you or someone you know or love struggles with self-injury, this is the community to discuss your experience, find support, meet others going through the same, and get advice on how to stop. Working together, we can help find alternative coping skills to reduce the urge to self-harm.
Dear Cutting
I am saying goodbye. It has been nearly 35 years that we have been together and you have been a friend. And although we have been separated for nearly 9 months now I am ready to say goodbye forever. You were there for me when I felt like I was going to explode. When I sat alone in my room, unable to express myself, you were always there. You never asked why, you just calmed me right down. When the shame and guilt got to a level I could not stand you helped let it out. When I felt like I was going to scream trying to be normal day in and day out when I was dieing inside you covered me with your warmth. Better then any drug or drink, you made my pain go away until he died and then even you were not enough, but you helped. God I wish you had been! But I dont blame that on you you always did your best.
I could not stop Dad from screaming, Mom from drinking, Donnie from killing himself, or Kerry from raping me. I could not change the past never could and never will. But you made me feel strong and in control. When I tried to cry and no tears would come, with your help I cried red tears. But you did come at a price. I felt strong at first then more shame and guilt, so incredibly ashamed. For 35 years you hid in the shadows and I was too embarrassed to introduce you to anyone. And I kept you a secret. A few saw your marks, but I soon cut were no one would ever see. There were some close calls, but I kept our secret. Remember the bloody underwear holy shit that was close!
But I am saying goodbye to you my friend. No more false control. Goodbye to the shame and the guilt. In the last 9 months I have grown up now, really grown up and I have to let you go. I say that with so many mixed emotions. I am afraid to go without you, but I know you can not come with me on the rest of my journey. I have to leave you here. But I also want to thank you one last time for keeping me alive. You were always there when I was at my lowest and you did keep me alive, no matter what anyone says.
Thank you and goodbye.
PS - This letter was written with great tears on my face.
I am saying goodbye. It has been nearly 35 years that we have been together and you have been a friend. And although we have been separated for nearly 9 months now I am ready to say goodbye forever. You were there for me when I felt like I was going to explode. When I sat alone in my room, unable to express myself, you were always there. You never asked why, you just calmed me right down. When the shame and guilt got to a level I could not stand you helped let it out. When I felt like I was going to scream trying to be normal day in and day out when I was dieing inside you covered me with your warmth. Better then any drug or drink, you made my pain go away until he died and then even you were not enough, but you helped. God I wish you had been! But I dont blame that on you you always did your best.
I could not stop Dad from screaming, Mom from drinking, Donnie from killing himself, or Kerry from raping me. I could not change the past never could and never will. But you made me feel strong and in control. When I tried to cry and no tears would come, with your help I cried red tears. But you did come at a price. I felt strong at first then more shame and guilt, so incredibly ashamed. For 35 years you hid in the shadows and I was too embarrassed to introduce you to anyone. And I kept you a secret. A few saw your marks, but I soon cut were no one would ever see. There were some close calls, but I kept our secret. Remember the bloody underwear holy shit that was close!
But I am saying goodbye to you my friend. No more false control. Goodbye to the shame and the guilt. In the last 9 months I have grown up now, really grown up and I have to let you go. I say that with so many mixed emotions. I am afraid to go without you, but I know you can not come with me on the rest of my journey. I have to leave you here. But I also want to thank you one last time for keeping me alive. You were always there when I was at my lowest and you did keep me alive, no matter what anyone says.
Thank you and goodbye.
PS - This letter was written with great tears on my face.
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I have been here before, a long long time ago and now I am back.Forgive me for not just saying what I want to say,even under a triple dose of antidepressants it is still raw and seeping and I am hesitant at revealing it as at least under the bandages around my heart I don,t have to look at how raw and wounded.My child was cleaved from my heart by his own actions. my child of ten,turning eleven...
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theatre and I are there already. I'm having a very berry tea with crackers, cheese and cherry tomatoes and she's having a joint with some beer and we're both on really comfy recliners on thick pile carpet. we need some help with the decor if anyone is around??
Good luck,and try not to look back.
You have an amazing strength to say goodbye to cutting.
I hope someday to find that strength myself.
thank you.