Some people of this site know that I battle Clinical Depression & that I'm known to be extremely sensitive, what many people don't know is how severe my Depression can actually get at times.
I have a confession I'd like to openly make on this site in this blog. A confession that few people in the SDK community actually know about. I am a cutter, & have ben since the age of 17. While my episodes (as I call them) are extremely rare now, because I've found an outlet for my cutting urges. I do have occasions, during severe emotional stress, where I fall. I'm proud to say as of right now, it's been almost 4 months since I last fell & cut myself. I'm also proud to say that in the past 18 months, I've only fallen twice.
I'm making this confession because I want the teenagers on this site to know that I am someone that has experienced everything they are going through now. I am no better then you because I am 5, 10, 15, years older. I am an adult yes, but I still struggle with the same emotional feelings in day to day life that you do. To show you how bad I got at that time in my life, I collected poetry I wrote back in 2002 & 2003 when I was 16 & 17. I'll post them all under the INSPIRATIONAL category, as I want these poems to inspire you to seek the help you need to get better & to show you that you are not the only person that struggles in this world.
In my class, we were doing one activity with our whiteboards. This one girl I had previously noticed was usually violent, hurting other people. She held up her board and I saw cuts on her arms. It was the reason why she constantly wore her sweater. It makes my heart feel broken that people feel like they need to cut themselves. You deserve an applause for resting the pressure to cut yourself.