After my father died it was hard to hold things together. The pain was too much to handle, the agony and pain of remembering but not having him there was too much for me to grasp. Cutting came back into my life. It's like a drug for me. It gets me away from reality for just a few mintues. You may say that it doesn't sound worth it. But trust me. It felt like it at the time. I felt like I was drifting away from God. He is always the one that holds me up. And to lose something that gave me so much hope, started to flip my life around for the worse. But I still prayed for help, some sort of answer and support. Thats when she came into my life. A… Read More

When I was a kid, I LOVED to play with bandaids. To me, they had magical healing powers when in reality, they just kept the yucky stuff out and prevented infections. At the age of 12, cutting became my bandaid for the things in life. When the hate, anger, abuse, fear, and betrayal became too much for me to handle, I would cut. Rather than deal with the problems, cutting covered those things up so it wouldn't affect me too badly. It started off slow, only cutting every so often, and then every little thing eventually became an overwhelming issue. Time and time again, I tried to quit cutting. I would last anywhere from 2 weeks to 6 months. I would… Read More

This is a story about suicide. I wish it was a story about rescue and hope, but it's not. It's a story about victims , the ones who are left to deal with the pain,  anger, and the inevitable questions when someone kills themselves. Here, one girl describes how her friend's suicide has permanently changed her, and how she's fighting to get back to normal.

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