hollow_eyes
Member
- Oct 25, 2023
- 11
I've been dealing with a decline in mental health since may of this year. It started out first as very severe social anxiety, which messed up a lot of my social connections causing issues such as the ones I have right now. It's been a few months and somehow things progressed into fully fledged depression. I really don't know what to do as I cannot afford therapy, and even if I could, I do not trust many other adults and do not want to confide in them. I go to university and still live with my parents, yet my relationship with them is horrible, and I know I cannot entrust them in sharing such private details.
My coping mechanisms were okay, mainly writing poems and listening to music. People tell me to see a therapist, but at the age of still living with parents, especially strict and nosy ones who want to know all my private details, it is not a good idea. I tell people I will, but I really don't want to and I feel like this forum would actually understand the full reasons why. My relationships with my friends are mostly rocky, as I really can't say much to anyone without them raising the alarm, yet I really need someone to confide in. It seems like nobody cares enough to listen to me, or just can't be bothered.
What I really want to talk about though is my self-harm. I had been considering cutting myself for many months but held off until the first time I did it a week ago, very late at night across the arm as a coping mechanism to deal with all the pent up emotions. Somehow one small slit turned into many more, and though not deep, they span across my arm. Problem is, is that summer is coming down where I live and wearing long sleeves is becoming more and more risky. Most of all, I'm confused with the sickly feeling of satisfaction I got looking at the cuts. I want to hide it from the world but at the same time, I want my friends (If I can call them that) to see. I don't know who else to confide in but I need some advice for what to do. I've been cutting myself almost daily and though I know it won't leave permanent scars, I do want to stop or at least do it somewhere better. Any suggestions for things to say if it is noticed, or where else to move my cutting to?
My coping mechanisms were okay, mainly writing poems and listening to music. People tell me to see a therapist, but at the age of still living with parents, especially strict and nosy ones who want to know all my private details, it is not a good idea. I tell people I will, but I really don't want to and I feel like this forum would actually understand the full reasons why. My relationships with my friends are mostly rocky, as I really can't say much to anyone without them raising the alarm, yet I really need someone to confide in. It seems like nobody cares enough to listen to me, or just can't be bothered.
What I really want to talk about though is my self-harm. I had been considering cutting myself for many months but held off until the first time I did it a week ago, very late at night across the arm as a coping mechanism to deal with all the pent up emotions. Somehow one small slit turned into many more, and though not deep, they span across my arm. Problem is, is that summer is coming down where I live and wearing long sleeves is becoming more and more risky. Most of all, I'm confused with the sickly feeling of satisfaction I got looking at the cuts. I want to hide it from the world but at the same time, I want my friends (If I can call them that) to see. I don't know who else to confide in but I need some advice for what to do. I've been cutting myself almost daily and though I know it won't leave permanent scars, I do want to stop or at least do it somewhere better. Any suggestions for things to say if it is noticed, or where else to move my cutting to?