Category Archives: Mental illness

Dos and donts of self harm

1 Don’t ask me why. If I want you to know why, I will tell you. Most of the time I don’t even know why.
2 Sometimes I just need to tell someone, because I fucking need to.
3 Never talk about me behind my back. I will find out and I will be pissed. I prefer you to speak directly to me.
4 If you ask me to never self-harm again, and I say “okay”, I’m lying.
5 Never ask me to never self-harm again.
6 Don’t try and understand why I do it. You’re wasting your time.
7 If you don’t know what to do, just ask me “Are you [insert appropriate form of harm here]? Do you need to talk about it?”
8 Get over your own insecurities about worrying if I’ll hate you for asking.
9 Asking shows concern. Not asking shows negligence and an “I really couldn’t care less” attitude.
10. Telling a teacher/parent/counsellor/other friend before talking to the person in question shows “I can’t be fucked working up the courage to ask you myself”. But it’s better than #9
11. Offering suggestions of other means of coping is pointless.
12. Tell me that you’re there for me. No matter what. And you never judge. And you will always listen. And you will always just be there. And sometimes you never have to say a word at all. Sometimes I don’t want you to say anything.
13. It does not mean I love or enjoy pain.
14. It gives me the right to make fun of myself/other self harmers.
15. Depending on the situation, it does not give you the right to.
16. Classifying me as “emo” only reduces yourself to an ill-informed bitch who believes you’re God’s gift.
17. It is not always a case of attention-seeking. A lot of the time it isn’t.
18. Self harm is a way of coping with emotions. While most people might cry and scream and rant and rage, self-harmers generally don’t express those sorts of emotions openly, and bottle them inside. The only way they know that works of releasing them is by inflicting pain on themselves. Hence the NOT ATTENTION SEEKING.
19. If I wanted attention I would go slit my wrists in the toilets and walk out with my clothes soaking in blood, collapse in the middle of the floor, and wail.
20. Other people self harm because they’re so emotionally numb on the inside, they need the pain to remind themselves that they’re alive.
21. Others hurt themselves because they believe they deserve it.
22. There are many, many other reasons for self harm.
23. There is not one direct cause. There is usually a trigger. A trigger may be a picture of a cut. That will get me thinking of cuts. That will get ,e into the mindset of cutting. And inevitably, I will want to cut.
24. Other triggers include any form of high negative emotion.
25. There is a difference between cutting for release and cutting for addiction.
26. Addiction-cutting is when you used to cut because you needed it, and now you cut because you can’t stop. You have no way of controlling the emotions without cutting. So you cut when you’re angry, sad, depressed, etc. It works. Temporarily. So when the same emotion comes up, you do it again. Only this time it doesn’t work as well. So you do it harder. And etc.
27. We know we shouldn’t do it, it’s no use telling us that.
28. Some of us like our scars, some of us hate them. Some are proud of them, some are ashamed. Just because one likes them and the other doesn’t, does not mean that the one who likes them is “okay” with what they do.
29. The need and want to self-harm rarely goes away.
30. Ask us questions about what we do. If we don’t want to talk about it – don’t push it. But if we do want to talk about it – keep asking questions. Don’t let us do all the talking. Ask questions. Questions are caring. Questions show us that you love us enough to want to know what we do, so you can understand and be there for us as best as you can.

I really, really need someone…

I know I said I was taking a break from blogging.  And here I am again.  It would seem I cant not blog.  I’m lonely.  I hurt.  I need to reach out to people.  Everything is a fucking mess.  I feel like I want to die.  It just came over me.  Out of nowhere.  I am just being swamped with emotions and memories.  And it fucking hurts.  The very core of my being hurts.  I probably shouldn’t write that I want to die.  And let me be clear.  I want to, but I probably wont do anything.  I just need to say the words.  Because if I don’t I might just explode.

What do you do when there is no one around in real life to talk to because its the middle of the night?

When your meds aren’t working or you think they aren’t?

When your too scared to pick up the phone and call someone…

When life is so tough?

I don’t know.  All I do know is I feel like I cant do this.  So many feelings are swirling around my head. And I feel hopeless to their ever being an end to it.  Really, really hopeless.

Carol anne