When I started homeschooling, I told myself I'd be dead by April. I got scared of myself and reached out. I gave out hints that no-one seemed to grasp. I just came out and said it in my shaking voice. I don't want to grow up, but I think I already have. I don't want to turn 15, or anything over that because I'm scared of my future. What if I'm still like this, or worse in my adulthood? But I hope that when I do grow up, I can make a difference to many lives.
Fifteen was the exact age my life went into a downward spiral. The exact age. I struggled with SI for about two years, at ages 15 and 16. I'll tell you, making it to 17 made a difference.
My future at 15 seemed murky at best, and nightmarish at worst. I am 30 now, and I am so grateful I did not give up on myself. I know you can make it past this difficult time. It feels so hopeless and pointless sometimes, but I felt the same way. You are strong or else you would not even be here anymore. Remember your strength and I know one day, you'll be 30, helping someone who's 15.
My name is Gabrielle and I am twenty-eight years old. I began to self-injure at age fifteen -- so nearly thirteen years minus a two year period. This website is one about self-injury (self-harm), made to let self-injurers know that they are not alone and to help their friends and family learn more about self-injury and how it affects their loved one.
