The earliest I can remember self harming was probably when I was 14 where I tried to create a cut on my wrist using my nails. It was only once because someone immediately saw the scar and I got scared they'd tell on me. It really escalated when I was 16-17 because of family/home life and pressure to excel academically, still stuck with my nails though, running back and forth on my wrist until I bled or formed a scar. Although, I always had the tendency to hit my head and legs out of frustration since a young age.
I think the worst it has gotten was a couple years ago, mid 2021 where I began cutting with a razor blade, one of those dermaplaning blades. I would frequently do it to stop feeling, to feel something, or because I felt like I deserved the pain. Since then,I've engaged in self harm on and off, there would be months in between each time I relapsed, and when I would relapse, it would be ~5-7 cuts every 2-3 days for a month, which from what i've read here today isn't the worse.
I still do it whenever times get rough though, although I feel like with each time I relapse, the deeper I cut. Like, If I already failed to stay clean, I might as well let myself endulge as much as I want and then try again to stay clean for a few months. Rinse and repeat.
Idek why I continue to try and stay clean, I know I'll never be able to stop cutting as a coping mechanism, it just works so well, its second nature.
Idk where I was going with this but I'm just glad I can say this openly, my closest friends are aware I self harm but whenever I even mention my scars (i.e. they'll ask why I can't take off my jacket when I'm feeling hot), the helplessness and concern I see in their eyes is hard to stomach. I don't blame them for feeling concerned, they're great friends, and they're not wrong in feeling helpless- it's not like they can say or do anything that will ever quiet the urge.