Self-Harm: The Addiction We Don’t Talk About
When I reflect on my days of self-harm, I see how I struggled to tell the people I loved that I was hurting. So, I found a way to show it physically.
Topic: self-injury
When I reflect on my days of self-harm, I see how I struggled to tell the people I loved that I was hurting. So, I found a way to show it physically.
Making or breaking milestones doesn't have to be everything—it shouldn’t be everything.
Dealing with self-harm can be difficult, and it isn’t easy to tell people about it. Learn about how to become a resource to those who need help.
The moments when I did give in do not define my progress.
Depression is not a bad part of my personality or a flaw in my character.
I haven’t wanted to injure in almost a decade. But due to the pandemic and the restrictions, so many of the other coping mechanisms I’ve learned to use haven’t been available.
I stiffened in anticipation of the tidal wave of judgment that was sure to wash over me, but it never came.
Not everyone gets to bear witness to me. Not everyone gets to know my pain. And that’s okay.
Despite all the light that’s surrounding me, inside I feel dark.
I ran until anorexia almost took me over completely. I ran until the scars tallied skin from my thigh to my waist because I couldn’t cope. I ran until I couldn’t anymore.
The thing is, my scars—what should be a sign of healing, perseverance, and survival—can be the most triggering thing.

Sign up for our newsletter to hear updates from our team and how you can help share the message of hope and help.
Join our list