I am a self-harmer. Just because I have not harmed myself in three years does not mean I stopped being a self-harmer. The urge to self-harm is with me every single minute of everyday. It does not go away and I know that it won't ever. Self-harming is a classified mental disease and I have had it since I was twelve. I am now twenty-one. It frustrates me how people make fun of self-harmers because they don't know the struggle we have to go through everyday. When shaving I always fighting to not put more pressure then I need to shave. Or the shame at having to so many scars on my body.
It's terrible and I always wake up a bit scared each day thinking 'will I hurt myself today? Will I slip?'
It's just so tiring and I wished it could just stop. My husband doesn't even know I cry myself to sleep at night at times.