so i feel like i really need help. my names elisabeth and i injure myself. i dont know what to do. I got caught with my injuring because i wrote a note to my friend (who used to injure herself) telling her how i felt and her mother found the note. she then turned the note over to the concler and they called me and my other in and had us all talk for a while. because of me getting caught,my mother is having me take therpy now. but i feel like i lie to my concealer,and i always tell her that i dont want to SI anymore,when its a lie. i do want to injure. i feel so depreseed all the time, i do think its because i feel like my dad had abandoned me. i loved him and my siblings there,but my step mother made it terrible for me there so bad,that i stopped going to there house and stopped talking to my dad altogether. it been almost 3 years since ive seen him/talked to him now. but my main point is that even though i got caught injuring,i still am. I’m injuring so that no one will see. but i just feel so discused with myself and it makes me feel even worse….
what should i do?
someone help me…..
Hi Elizabeth. My name is Lacie. I have been suffering from periodic depression my whole life too.
I have a similar situation. I have trouble staying in touch with my parents too. My dad once told me he didn’t love me. My mom abandoned me for drugs. It’s hard. But when your family fails you, you have to find fellowship in someone else. You have to “create” your own family. That’s what I have done, and it’s probably the only reason I still wake up every morning.
I struggle with self-injuring too. I don’t injure very often, but sometimes I feel like doing it focuses all that pain into one spot and makes me forget what really hurts: my heart.
I may not know exactly what to do. This is my first day on this site, because I realized I need to hear how others feel who experience the same things I do.
FInd someone who can stand up next to you in the hard times and who refuses to give up on you.
One things I have learned is that self-injuring doesn’t really help. It takes away the pain for the moment, but leaves you with guilt and shame afterwards. I am trying to find another way to express these pent up feelings I carry. I think writing about it helps a lot. Maybe we can be pen pals and help each other get through this.
Hope it helps,
Lacie