I feel absolutely sick to the point that I’m nauseous.  I was putting something away in my little sister’s room and I noticed a pile of notecards on her desk. They were written on with crayons just on one side … like people do when they post youtube videos about themselves where you just read their story on the notecards. I know that it was wrong, an invasion of privacy but … I read her notecards. That’s what brought me to this sickened state … my sister self injures the same way that I do. I don’t know if she learned it from me, if she’s picked up on my secret. I don’t know what made her choose the particular method, all I know is that I’m absolutely sick with it. My little sister … I don’t want her to suffer the way I do. I don’t want her to become addicted to it, to lose control and do it for years and years. It’s not fair, why her? Why are people so cruel to eachother? I don’t think she would have started selfinjuring if the kids at school didn’t bully her so much. I just feel so overwhelmed and sick … so sick. It’s like a mirror image of myself and I hate that. I started selfinjury in middle school due to bullying and low selfesteem, and now she’s started for the same reasons. I feel so helpless. I feel like I need to say something to her or to someone. I want someone to help her, I don’t want her to hurt and to suffer. I don’t want to see her go through the same pain that I suffer. I’m so afraid to tell anyone though. I don’t know how to approach her or anyone else about it. I feel like I’ll be a hypocrite for turning her in. How can I do that to her when I’m terrified of having it done to myself? I know it’s horribly selfish to think like this, but I’m hesitant about revealing her secret to anyone because I’m afraid that mine might get revealed in the process as well. I feel the urge to injure really strong right now, I’m already going through a lot and now this? I know that it’s pathetic and wrong but I had suspicions that my sister was injuring awhile back and I was so worried about myself getting caught that I didn’t say anything to her or anyone. I convinced myself to believe a lie … I convinced myself that I was mistaken even though I knew the signs, even though I found a tool in her room. I feel so awful … why did I let her continue to suffer? Why am I not telling someone right now? I’m a horrible person and I’m afraid that I won’t be able to help her the way she needs it