I cut myself so i can breath. i cut so i can feel the release of all the built up stress, anxiety, and all the other things im to weak to handle. i hate myself. im ugly. im fat. im nasty. im short. i hate myself, i hate mirrors. my mom is dead, one of my brothers is dead, ive been abused my by step mom my entire life. i cant breath, but when that blade goes across my wrists, im at peace. i can feel again, when that relief is gone, ill do it again, and again till i cant stop myself. then i have all these cuts on my arms. i hate myself.
Person [female, 15, began to SI at age 14, 10th grade]