It all started when I was 12. That's when I started getting depressed, and telling my parents that I thought that I might do something to myself. They just kept saying that it was just normal teenage angst though. I started cutting when I was 13, on a day that was a complete stress overload. My mom had gone to the hospital, and one of best friends had called me and told me that she didn't want to be friends anymore. So, I went around the house looking for various things, and just started scratching. It took about 6hrs for those marks to go away. I'm 14 now, and I still cut, although I am trying really hard to stop. It is such an addictive habit to start. About a week ago, I tried to kill myself. I ended up in the psych hospital, and everything. Not a fun experience. And in the midst of all, I realized. I didn't want to be dead. I hope that people who read this don't have to go through that to realize that. So, anyway, I hope I affected at least one person.