I’m fifteen years old. I self harm regularly. My mom saw some of my injuries today. She told me I looked like a injurer. I told her it was the cat. She believed me. I wasn’t aware that cats scratched that much… I need help. I want help. I’ve reached out. Several of my friends know, but when I go to them for help, they blow it off. I don’t know what else to do. I’m afraid to tell my parents. I’m afraid about how they’ll react… Of what they’ll think… I can’t continue on like this. I need to over come my addiction… But I can’t do this alone.