What did yew use when/if yew cut yourself or forms of self harm?

i do cut myself...but this aint for me....its for a skewl project over the summer[video project we also have tew write an essay bout information and stuff]...i just need tew no the different things different ppl use or find better etc or tricks and stuff ppl do....i gave sum info bout myself in the project but i dont have enough,i need sum off other ppl tew....or how yew coped when yew wer depressed did yew starve?or think about suicide?did yew attempt suicide...and how?just as much info really id be extremly greatfull of those who put time and energy into helping me out wiv my skewl project-xxo

What did yew use when/if yew cut yourself or forms of self harm?
I'd answer you, but your atrocious spelling bothers me too much.
Reply:Well, I DO NOT cut myself, but I have to deal with friends that do, quite a lot, They use glass shards, a candel razor or anything relativly sharp.
Reply:I would also help you but I think is better for this information to be kept away from you .....





What I do when I find no way out (am depress) I think of positive things and I do not harm my self because I believe that the most important person in this world is ones self...


Don't think I am selfish I love my family and all human kind . An if I have to risk my life for my family I will, but I will not trade my life for my family.(I think???) maybe when it comes to it I will.
Reply:I cut myself once, really. I'd been trying it for a while with a pocket knife's long blade, but never used enough pressure/it wasn't sharp enough to draw blood. In any case, I kept sharpening it, and one day I was in a car crash. It seriously broke my mind and I was incredibly depressed. I cut myself that night and planned to kill myself the following Saturday night. I cut using my right hand on my left upper arm, so my t-shirt sleeves would cover it. I cut in a hash style, some up and down, some left to right, kind of like a grid. I bled enough so that I knew I'd be able to cut deep into my wrists, and then luckily that friday night a friend of mine asked me over to his, and I enjoyed weed for the first time, and no longer wanted to die. I'm not advocating pot, just not suggesting suicide.





The only other time I was suicidal I was doing poorly in school (second semester of college) because I was hardly attending classes and usually high or messed up. My money started running out and then one Friday my parents put $100 in my account and I blew through it that weekend, I kept thinking about suicide but I knew my head wasn't in the right place so I talked to people about it. That time I was thinking about an overdose suicide, I'd taken 2-4 times my normal dose of a certain antidepressant and felt my heart rush incredibly, so I knew (or thought I knew, I still don't know, but it would've been very dangerous) that if I took 50 times my normal dose I'd die. Well, in any case, I talked to friends and eventually I decided I didn't want to die, but I wasn't sure what to do. I'd been avoiding my parents calls and emails for a while so I talked to them one morning on AIM and said I needed to go to rehab. After my head cleared up and I started taking my current anti-depression med I haven't wanted to kill myself yet.





Hope this helps for your project, and have a nice day =]
Reply:well i have been cutting for 5 years. since i was 13 n im now 18.. i have had 5 suicide attempts and 9 mental hospitilizations. dealing with depression has killed me inside... but now that i found God im doing much better.





my on suicide attempt i took over 250 pills of pysch meds and almost died. i was on a ventilator and was unconsious for four days. the doctors told my parents i wasnt goin to live, that my organs were gonna shut down one by one.but i am alive n none of my organs shut down. it was truely a miracle








but when i cut i would use anything posible. anything that i could find to cut with i would. espcially when i was in hospitals anything from a staple to a plastic cup. n i cut everywhere. my body is scarred up really bad...





but cutting isnt worth it.. n suicide deff isnt worth it.





i hope all goes well
Reply:I used to cut, and I usually used my fingernail, because I kept them pretty long. Sometimes I would use a thin piece of metal with a nicked end and that would cut you up pretty bad.





and what the heck kind of school project is this? Seems like you have a pretty sick teacher to me.








and learn how to spell!
Reply:You should look it up on Google, there's loadsa sites to help.





Im a self-harmer so i'll tell you abit...


i do it with a sharpener-blade but sometimes a knife or hair-grip.


i do it like once a week, if i leave it longer, when i do it again i go mad with it covering my whole arm/wrist and hip/stomach.





It's not for attention.


Ive done it for about 1year and a half.


My parents found out about 6monthes ago.


I usually just get impulsives to do it, and i cant stop the feeling til i do, it's like im in a trance.


Im addicted to it, and cant stop!!!





Hope this has helped a little bit.
Reply:I used razorblades, knives, broken glass, scissors, my fingernails, tacks/safety pins, etc. I also would swallow 20-40 ibuprofen pills every night as well as keep myself from eating.





I did it because I was never taught how to cope with things and a whole **** ton of problems came at me and I didn't know what to do. But really, I cut (and starved) myself to punish myself. I believed I deserved the injuries. The pills were a form of escapism, though.





I really did want to kill myself at every moment, but the whole reason I was harming myself was because I believed I had horribly wronged the people in my life (when it was actually the other way around most of the time) and so I felt that killing myself would just be another burden I have put on the people around me. So, I had a few, very weak suicide attempts, but I never really believed what I was doing would kill me.





But, the point is I haven't cut (or starved, or abused pills- really taken pills at all) in one year, seven months, and thirteen days. And I stopped cold turkey. I had a huge revelation of how idiotic I was being. I was also a complete hermit when I was harming myself, which I think explains a lot. In order to get better, I went out and did stuff, forced myself to stop worrying and constantly bashing myself. And it was brilliant. I still have urges sometimes, but it's merely that I was so completely immersed in these acts that it's really just the slight remaining addiction I have to it as well as a strange but lovely nostalgic feeling I get.





Ok, this was much more in-depth than I thought it would be...

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