My cutting first started about a month ago. I'm 15. One day I just got mad at the world, and my ex boyfriend. I had a safty pin attached to my backpack holding a little ribbon on. I took the ribbon off and held the pin in my hand debateing whether or not I should do what I planned on doing. I did. I just started to dig into my hand with the pin. I didn't think of the physical pain, just the emotional pain that I was having. Soon it was like the more I cut, the more the pain stopped. About 2 weeks later, people started to notice the cuts and scratches all over my arms. At one point in time I counted 23 on one arm. It started with 3. I even lost some friends because they didn't want to have to deal with my emotions. I just seemed to take all of my pain and anger out on everyone else. I would just randomly yell at someone just cause. My best friend James asked me from the bottom of his heart to stop, but I told him that I just couldn't. It had become addictive. Yes, it can happen. I was too scared to ask anyone for help. I finally asked my LMS (life management skills) teacher. She had always helped people with problems and I knew that I could trust her with mine. She told me that I needed to see a professional about this. So I finally got up the courage to tell my mom what I had been doing. She sent me to a theriputic center for teens with different issues and disorders. I finally started to see some results...I was bright and bubbly again. But as soon as I thought I was better, I got worse. My best friend James moved back to Georgia. I thought that my life was over, I even held a gun to my head. My mom walked in while I was doing that. She sent me back to the theriputic clinic. I'm still trying to recover, but i'm doing better. I might always have the erg to cut myself again...but I hope not.