Guess what? My drug was cutting, wanna know what happened? My damn mother took it all away from me, so what the hell do I have left to control my depression?
You think that's goin to shock me? It not a new thing hun, it happens to hundreds of people, all the time, that's why they mass produce, to help people like you...
You were forced to stop cutting because it was supposed to help you, they wouldn't have just said stop cutting, they would have said do something else, the psychiatrist would have evaluated you and found out what works best for you, so you didn't follow that advice
I was forced to by my own damn mother, she freaking told me that I couldn't be anywhere near the people that were nice because they "motivated me" to do this
Thats one fucked up counsellor.. “Surely, in the body there is a small piece of flesh; if it is good, the whole body is good, and if it is corrupted, the whole body is corrupted, and that is surely the heart.” You need to feed your brain with new things, things that make you happy. You'll eventually drift away from all the current crap
Your mother speaks sense, she is speaking about what works, generally, all the time, because although the cutting 'helps' it makes you feel so much worse after the shit has stopped falling, listen to music, not eminem raps... And listen to every single word, make sure you understand every single word, that helped me, kinda
What's so happy? What's making my rainbow? My rainbow is just light reflected off a rainbow, there is nothing there to see and smile about
Don't listen to music, music is bad for you. It motivates your senses into doing things you usually wouldn't.
Who said you have to be happy? All you have to do is understand, understand that there are people who are worse off than you, understand that you don't need to be happy to stop cutting yourself.
I'd rather be rid of my pain, no one understands how much pain it is to walk through a hall full of forty or fifty people and almost pass out due to panic attacks. Walk my shoes