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+ 1	my life story
+ 3	kaite's stroy part 6 the final chapter
+ 2	kaite's story part 5
+ 2	kaite's story part 4
+ 2	kaites stroy part 3
+ 2	Katie's story part 2
+ 2	Katie's story
+ 4	Painful secrets
+ 3	Painful secrets
+ 2	Painful secrets

When I was 13 I became depressed. I thought no one cared about me, I was being teased for being L.D., and other crap. I started to cut when it was summer and when I was out of school. I kept it up for 3 years and I didn't tell anyone, only my friends online... When I hit high school it became worse. Till I meet a friend I didn't know she would become my best friend to this day. I told what I was going throug and that I was cutting. She was shocked but she didn't tell anyone. It was around December then I was thinking this is getting worse I am now cutting on my leg. I called a teen hot-line and I told them what I was doing and going though. I told them I was afraid to tell my mom. I told them I sometimes write a letter to her. They said ok write a letter then call us back. They said if u don't call us back, we will call you. at this point I said ok there’s no turning back. I didn't write the letter. I told my mom face to face. Which was the hardest thing in my life. I told her why I dong it and how long. She asked to see the scars and I showed her. She wasn't upset just disappointed. She was glad I told her. But she had to tell my dad. they both went easy on me to.

I didn't go to therapy, conserloring, family doctor, or anything. I had to help myself get over this disorder.

 Right now I’m a senior in high school, I’m in my high schools marching band, and I have the greatest friends I could ask for. BUT cutting for me was one of the things that helped me reless stress when I was on the edge. It IS one of the things I DO NOT EVER want to go through again. Like I said it got so bad that I started to cut my leg. I felt bad that I abused my body in that way.

 

And I am 2 years amd 4 months self-harm free

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