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I find myself thinking of suicide frequently and when it

I find myself thinking of suicide frequently and when it happens I get really depressed. It doesn’t happen everyday but I feel really distressed when it does. I’m also afraid of telling someone about it because I feel like I would be wasting their time since I don’t really have any plans of going through with it
Thu, 11 Oct 2018
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Hi there It recently occurred to me that for 4 years now, I ve been self-harming. I am semi bi-polar and I suffer from clinical depression. I am on medication for it-Nuzak and Walbutren. I always hide the scars... I always feel like I could just and hurt myself. I hold a knife for dinner and all I think about is slicing it through my arms... Over the weekend I had a friends knife which was apparently very sharp. I cut my upper arm 6 times, only one of them actually leaving a slight mark... I could easily do it again... I ve been doing well on my medication, but it hasn t stopped the self-harm tendencies. I was only diagnosed when I was 16 with my depression-I am now 19-because I was too afraid to speak out. I think about suicide roughly once or twice a week, and on bad days or weeks, everyday and several times a day... I have some scars which I will always have now, it doesn t bother me too much... I know that it is not for attention because I don t tell anyone and I always hide it... I wrote this a few weeks ago : Pain. The only thing I can think about. Physical pain… Emotional pain… Like a plague has been set free on my mind and all it has brought is the thought of pain. The thought of hurting. Hurting myself. I don’t know why. I just know that all I want to do is cause myself pain. I look down at my arms and all I see are passed scars. All I think about is making new ones. Seeing the blood run down my arm, my thighs. The feeling of-not pain but rather pleasure-coursing through my body. The woozy feeling I sometimes get, when everything starts to slowly spin, like I have succeeded in achieving what I wanted in the first place. I think about death. Everyday. And no matter what I try, I feel I want to die, I feel I need to die but never seem to have the strength to actually commit suicide. So instead I inflict pain to make myself feel something. To remind myself daily of the ‘need’ I have to be in pain. The weaknesses I have to cause pain instead of killing myself. Every time I look at my scars, I’m just reminded of the feelings that pulsated through my body to cause the scars in the first place. A constant reminder that I’m weak. Too weak to just kill myself and end it all. The closest thing I have to death is the self-inflicted pain. It feels like I am going through life barely breathing, barely hanging on, yet full of lively scars. Scars that laugh in my face. Scars that tell me just how worthless I really am. As if that’s not enough there’s still my urge to cause even more pain. More scars. I think of hurting myself non-stop. I think of what it would be like to just get knocked by a car. Stabbed or shot. I see a pair of scissors or a knife and all I really want to do is slide it through my skin and watch the blood drip down. Not once, or twice but several times. Until there’s so much blood it stains my skin and clothes. I see a lighter or a fire, and all I want to do is burn my skin. Feel the sharp sting as the heat melts away at my skin. 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