I told a teacher that I really trusted. He saw my cuts and everything. He didn't tell anyone at all until I told him that I was suicidal. So I was suspended from school multiple times. I missed 37 days of school so far this year and counting. After my parents questioned me on it, I had to tell my therapist. I HATE that woman. She is always sarcastic, and is just...she doesn't care. I mean, she gets paid 200 dollars an hour. She has so many patients that by the time she sees me, she has to get to know me all over again. Yeah, I'm never going back to her ever again.I had a poetry project for english class that I was cleared to write about self-injury in there. I have told some close friends, but I try to aviod the subject when they ask how I am. I smile and nod, say that I'm fine and try to hold back tears.

Since around September, one of my close friends has been acting down and sad. She kind of began isolating herself from everyone and not telling anyone what was going on. I finally figured out that she was not in a constant bad mood, but severely depressed. I found out that she had been cutting. I figured this out because I've done it off and on since I was 12, and I am now almost 17. I finally told her that I knew what she was going through and that we could relate. Ever since, she and I have been closer than ever. She is the only friend that I can talk to about it, because none of my other friends have ever done it. I've kind of been talking to her ever since she told me (in December) and helping. Her mom found out so she's been seeing a therapist and now she has been put on Prozac. She's doing better, but I've been getting worse. I had been really bad this past week, and I went and slept over at her house last night. I wanted to talk to her so badly about what I have been doing, but I was scared. I didn't want to trigger anything with her, but she is the only one who understands. Read more »

So it was this year I decided to tell someone for the first time. I was on the way pack from a highschool volleyball friend and tolda a few of my closest friends. I dont know why I was compelled to tell them but I am glad I did. Because it has helped me to begin to turn my life around. Those few amazing girls convinced me to tell an adult who I trusted. Sure I didnt really know the adult I first told but I got to know them. It was a great help to tell someone and to know that people really do care. You just need to find someone who does. And once you do it really can only go up it did for me. I now consider myself has having a support system. It took almost 15 years but it really was worth it. And I am going into my second year of higschool strong healthy & happier than last. So really the best thing anyone can do is tell someone. I know that it is hard but it is really a good thing to do. And what is the worst that can happen? Not much.