Well, after harming myself I ended up in the hospital, doing a stint in a psychiatric hospital, gaining 20 pounds on mood stabilizers… I haven’t injured in a month in a half now. I’m getting better.
I want everyone to know this. No matter how hard it may seem, there is hope. It sounds like the same thing every therapist, every doctor, every psychiatrist may tell you, but they’re all right. Take it from the schizo affective, ex-hospitalized patient. It wasn’t the hospital that helped me. It wasn’t my mom’s begging me to stop. It wasn’t any of that. What it was, was me.
People don’t seem to understand that they are completely in control. Yes, it’s an addiction. I know it is. But the only cure is yourself. No medication can help if you don’t want it to. It can only cause constant misery if you’re not completely certain you want to get better. All it takes is choosing not to pick up the tool. Once you realize that–really, truly realize that–you’re free.