Life can get to be a bit much sometimes. When I’m overwhelmed, I feel like I’m going to explode. When I start getting bad grades or am having trouble understanding my class, I get so upset. It’s like I beat myself up over every mistake. Once I’m so angry at myself, and so stressed about school, I have to let it all out. Bleeding is my release. It seems so messed up to everyone who sees my scars, but cutting is my coping mechanism.
Person Female, 16, Began at 12, College Freshman