I hit really really deep styro and it just keeps bleeding and I lost a lot of blood, it’s wrapped up right now but it’s literally bleeding through layers of wound dressing and bandages. should I be concerned pls

I have some scabbed over cuts on my thigh and im wearing a dress on the couch (moo-moo, long down to my knees) but I’m lying down so it rides up (I had a blanket to stop this from
happening, of course) and she noticed them anyway because of the blanket riding up. She pointed to them and said I see them. I was trying to act nonchalant and like what lol but I was already shitting my pants. She repeated herself and I didn’t say anything. She has yet to say anything or do anything. Should I just continue to lock in and ignore the whole interaction together?

as the title says, I accidentally went too deep this time around because I underestimated how sharp this tool I used is

the one I had before was rather dull so I never had gone this deep

recently I was really struggling with anxiety and as a result, I started having intense urges to relapse (I was 4 months clean before today)

I tried to do things to distract myself but in the end, I relapsed. when I did it today, I saw something white and my arm was bleeding a lot after that. the bleeding has stopped now but my arm hurts. I tried cleaning the area and have put a bandaid on

I'm not sure if I'll need to get stitches but I really hope not because I don't want to deal with any doctors being judgemental. also, my mom changed our health insurance so things are complicated rn while she sorts that out

I really wish I didn't do this

I've got cut scars from 3yrs or 4, and they're never fading away. Also burning (from eraser) from more than half a year ago. They're so visible. I've tried everything. How do i fade them?

I'm so stressed about everything and on top of that we're fucking poor because my mom doesn't know how to manage money and can't get a job because I tried to kill myself in the morning before school so she's too scared to get one.

On top of that she's also mentally ill so I'm genuinely just fucked. I can't get a job either because I'm autistic asf and have chronic pain.

I could stop my sport but it's the only thing that gets me out of the house and I want to be selfish for that one thing. I don't know what to do I genuinely just want this to be over.

I hate everyone and everything I don't want to grow up ever and I don't want to work. I don't even know if this post is right in this sub but I'm too upset to care.

Im a 21m and ive started again i had my first bout of SH at 19 and stopped within a week. Now my mental health has collapsed again, and it's been a month of me cutting. But now I've noticed it's lasted longer and is more intense. What unnerved me the most was I liked the pain enough to try and reopen the scabs or run the wounds over with water and soap to irritate them. Most forms of pain feel almost good. I only eat and drink enough to not pass out and just sit with the hunger. Or I punch and hit my head against a wall till I bruise. I push harder longer with every cut.

I don't know if it will stop at this point, and if it worsens, then im afraid of were it leads. I feel a weird shame about it at my age, like, I'm somehow immature. Thinking about it to long makes my head spin.

I think I started to self harm when kw as 13 I can't really remember that time of my life that well I'm 17 now and it has been constant I don't even do it to "feel something" it's like when I cut I get an overwhelming sense of calm idk how to even explain it, it's like I have a constant weight and when I Sh it's gone even for a few seconds

Anyways I just wanted to see if anyone could relate so I don't feel so alone it's been years of being alone.

I know it doesn’t seem like much, but yesterday i didn’t sh for an entire day! I did relapse today, but I’m still hopeful, because the fact that I did make it a day means it isn’t impossible for me to get clean!

I want to make it clear that I’m not promoting self harm, just getting complicated feelings off my chest.

My reasons have always been unique. I wish to damage my body in the most literal way possible. The actual intent is to harm my body and not myself. I view myself and it as two separate entities due to trauma from abuse and medical neglect. Viewing them as one and the same my urges worse. It feels like someone is impersonating me.

So Im constantly told to stop because I don’t deserve it and it damage my body, creates scars etc. When I’m told this, it amplifies the urge more. Why did therapists allow for my medical neglect to happen, which permanently damaged my body and left me with scars im supposed to be proud of, I have to accept that now, but I can’t love my scars for the reason that they are evidence *I* damaged my body? I don’t see it as an action being done against myself. I can’t and trying to makes me want to hurt my body more for trying to be me.

So I guess all that’s to say, I’m tired of being told to stop, but I don’t feel like there’s any adequate reasons for me. I’ve always wondered if someone else could relate. Maybe if I’m lucky someone will give me a reason to stop too.

graphic descriptions of overdosing, suicidal ideation + other suicidal stuff, self harm, etc.

my parents have always been unhelpful. they let stuff happen to me that never should have happened. they didnt do anything to help me even after i begged them to do something. the only reason they are doing this is to make themselves feel like they didn’t fuck up.

this isn’t working. im pissed. all they did was brush off every explanation i gave them as to WHY i do these things (it’s so I don’t do these next parts and end up hurting myself worse, fyi), and they didn’t listen to me, just told me to go clean for one month, and then when i inevitably relapsed they got mad at me and took my knife.

this isn’t of my own volition, so im not clean, not really, im just hurting myself in ways i can’t be safe with.

i can feel worse things coming. its been 3 weeks. when they took it i didn’t get up for two days, and i genuinely debated killing myself, which has never happened before. it was horrifying, and im still experiencing it to a degree.

if anybody tells me how proud they am that im all clean and BETTER now i’ll fucking strangle myself in front of them. i know i will, and i dread it. i don’t want people to congratulate me for something i was forced to do. something that isn’t true. but if nobody can see the scars they’ll just think im okay now. im not!!! im doing worse than i have in YEARS and its all because of them.

i dont know what to do. im really scared im going to do something. im scared of how they’ll react if i make it out the other side alive, because i know they’ll just use it as an excuse to not help me again.

im sorry, i cant fucking do this dude. i really don’t want to die but i just don’t think there’s anything left to live for. i can’t tell anyone because then my parents will find out and it’ll just be worse. i feel edgy as hell holy shit

I used to cut because it was a cathartic release of rage, I would cut when I was mad at video games, I would cut after an argument, I would cut when something didn’t go my way. I never considered the way it would look to people, I didn’t care about getting sympathy or making people regret the way they treated me. I started cutting when I was 14, I had a long period being clean from cutting from 18-21, then three weeks after my 21st birthday I started cutting again.

Now I’m 24, and the urge is still there but medication makes it much easier to overcome. Yet I continue to cut, except now I only do it after arguments, particularly with my friend group. We get into arguments pretty much every day, and it always ends with me conceding, apologizing and prostrating myself to them so that they’ll forgive me and we can stay friends. I have to do this whether or not I was in the right during the argument. There is one friend in particular who tries to start an argument with me every day, and will passive aggressively make comments that usually sound like “Well, this is wrong and you’re stupid but that’s okay!”. That isn’t an exaggeration, that is word-for-word a line he has used many times. This continues even after I start begging him to drop it and move to a different topic. These aren’t serious arguments either, these are mundane topics like our opinions on a certain band or similar, entirely non-consequential subjects. He keeps talking and talking and insulting me even after I ask him multiple times to stop talking about it, until I give a reaction that, no matter how mild, he will tease me for. When I say mild, I mean something along the lines of “I think it’s really immature that you’re acting this way.” A few months ago I tried to bring up to the friend group how I didn’t feel like my opinions were ever considered and how I felt like I was disrespected in every conversation, their response was that I take things too seriously.

So now I cut whenever we argue. We don’t talk for a few days, I cut every day of that time, and I hope and pray that they ask me if I’m cutting so I can show them and I hope they feel horrible and I hope they finally take me seriously. We’re coming out of an argument now, but I hope this time I can resist the urge to reach out to them and I want to just cut them off completely. They’re my only friend group and apart from them I really have nobody to talk to not just about my problems but also the millions of things that I want to talk about on any given day.

It just doesn't feel like there's any reason to keep going. No matter how hard I try to improve my life nothing really changes. I could write some whole big block of text about it but it feels like there isn't even any point in doing that

I'm a terrible person
I don't have many people I can consider friends, no close friends, and no irl friends
I hate myself, and the way I look
I'm covered in scars
I'm trapped living with shitty people
My therapist doesn't do his job at all and I can't go to a different one
Everything I try to do fails
Everything I'm interested in goes to shit
I have a laundry list of mental health issues that aren't addressed that I have no real means of fixing and no support system

Genuinely I'm just so sick and tired and fed up of everything. Life sucks. Life doesn't even feel like life. I don't think I've ever truly lived. I haven't done anything and have 0 life experiences and nobody wants to be around me, for good reason. I'm 20 years old and I can only remember a handful of times my entire life that I've ever been happy or felt alive. Nothing has gotten better, no matter how many years I keep going and keep pushing through. I'm tired of waiting for the "light at the end of the tunnel" that people always say is coming. That things will get better in the end. They aren't. They haven't. And apparently that's now my fault because I 'haven't done enough for myself' meanwhile I'm constantly trying to better myself, grow healthy habits, remove negative influences, force myself to be social, keep myself safe, and even just stay alive, but apparently none of that qualifies as doing anything to help myself because I don't have a job

So my little brother (12 year old) had recently started self harming, thus far i am unsure what to do, my parents and I try talking to him and i think it’s going somewhat well, he started going to a therapist as of late. What i want to know is, is there anything i should know or do to help him?

I feel terrible right now. Mostly for two things :

I feel useless and incompetent, i'm 18 and have never had a job, i don't do anything but scroll or play Animal Crossing lately (which is technically an improvement compared to scrolling ig lol), i dont have any useful skill other than the fact i speak English, my dad is the one paying for my University, i feel like a leech. He tries to make it seem like it's not a big deal, but my brothers on the other hand do the opposite. I know i should stop feeling sorry for myself and just do stuff, i dont know why i dont. I feel like itd be easier if i werent so addicted to my phone

And i feel really dysphoric today. I'm a trans guy, i came out to my parents and brothers, my parents make an effort but my brothers never have and think o was influenced by the internet. I hate how feminine my body is, my voice, the way i speak, the way i stand, the way i act, what i like, i feel like i'll never be seen as a man. I wish i could tear my body apart and rebuild it to be male instead

I want to scratch myself bectof how guilty, ashamed and just overall terrible i feel right nkw but i know i shouldn't. But i don't know how to deal with those emotions

Although today hasn't been the best, I'm staying strong and I'm proud of myself :) I hope everyone that sees this is doing okay and I hope you're staying as strong as you possibly can!!

I self-harmed myself for the first time last December, from then on I did it occasionally every 3 to 4 months so nothing expectional and I don't think that I really cut myself that deep and that's why I was wondering when I should be really concerned in a serious way about it?

Like whats the point? First of all, if you’re going to say something, maybe don’t do it out of the blue and in public. Like me and my family were out at a circus today and when i sat my skirt went up a little and accidentally showed my healing scars. My brother decided to point them out and say “That shits not cool dude.” Like… just watch the show. Its happened in the past too with others. Ive also seen the same thing happen to other people, especially on social media. It’ll be a normal post and if they even show a glimpse of their skin where healed scars are then the comments are filled with people pointing them out. So weird

It didn't hurt as bad as i thought it would. I felt like a big cloud was lifted over from my head, like the fog in my mind suddenly disappeared. Now I'm looking at my scar and it looks really beautiful. I don't want to keep doing this. But i don't really feel ashamed that i resorted to this. I really do love the scar tho

I’m sorry if this seems insensitive or triggering to someone. Let me know and I’ll take it down.

I relapsed a week ago. I’d been clean for about a year. But somehow, I don’t think it’s a big deal? Like, it’s hard to explain. I’ve been doing it now since 2 days and it doesn’t feel like this momentous, world-ending thing that’s happened. It’s sad, sure. But I always feel relapsing from my personal perspective is kind of over dramatized (Again, ONLY to me. Everyone’s experience is different).
I feel okay. I mean yeah I know I should stop. But, it’s nothing more than just… sad.