This site is dedicated to any one who has battled with SI.
Okay, first off
I want to thank Lindsey for her help. She is awesome even if she doesn't realize it. I met Lindsey over the internet (a rather
long story) and she has been like a crutch for me ever since. I don't know what I would do with out her. She keeps me sane.
So she gets a special section on this page even if she thinks I am doing all the work. <3 to Lindsey. Oh and you may ask
why do the fonts and colors not match? Well, I don't like everything matching. My clothes never match just right. So why should
my website?
My name is Lindsey. I’m 15 years old. I’ll be
sixteen on September 27th. The first time I SIed was about 3 or 4 years ago. I didn’t do it again until 2 years ago.
Then I started using scissors. Then I moved onto tacks. It quickly moved on to razor blades. I was cutting myself between
1 and 5 times a day. There were times when I felt like giving up completely and I almost did once. Then I met Amanda and a
few other people. They helped me turn my life around. I slowly began to realize that I didn’t need self injury to deal
with everything going on. The process of recovery is a hard one. I’ve been through a lot just trying to stop. The addiction
is a hard one to beat, but I know anyone who puts their mind to it can. I’ve had my fair share of relapses, but I’m
not giving up anytime soon. The longest I’ve gone was 61 days without SI. I know that I can recover one day, even if
I still have to deal with urges and scars I know one day I’ll be free of this addiction. <3
My Story:
I am Amanda. I have been cutting for… well, 4 years now I reckon. I started when I was 10. I got the idea from something
I saw on TV. I thought it was stupid at first. I thought I would never do that. But, I was SO wrong. I don’t even remember
why I started. I guess I blocked that out. I started cutting on my legs and when people asked, I said it was from shaving.
Before you knew it, I was hooked. Gradually I moved up to my arms. When I got into the 7th grade when it got serious.
I was cutting a lot. I eraser burned myself very badly on my thumb. I still have a scar. I don’t really keep them covered.
I wear t-shirts a lot. They don’t bother me. A lot of them are barely noticeable. Most of the people at my school know.
My parents found out, but they think I have stopped. I am trying. As you know, it is an uphill battle. I don’t think
I will ever stop dealing with this personally. It is a part of me. I don’t necessarily like it, but with out it, I wouldn’t
be me. If I hadn’t become a cutter, I would be an entirely different person.
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