First time you ever experimented with self-harm?

I started very slowly. I found a blade one day, cleaned it the next day, held it the next day, then i juat started. They were very shallow at first, but i started to feel good when there was blood so i kept going. i kinda want to tell someone, but i dont want to be a burdan, plus i kinda like it plus im talking to this guy right now who would think im a freak. my best friend killed himelf4 years ago i dontwant to end up like him

i was in high school and a mirror broke in my room. i just looked at a piece of glass and wondered "howmuch pressure to cut my skin open i wonder?" ever since then ive been doing it on and off (just like my smoking cigs)for about 10 years. ive been suffereing from anxiety, depression and chronic pain since a young age.

I had just had enough one day. I told someone and they congratulated me??? it was weird and they told me how brave I was for cutting so deep on my first try. now I'm addicted.

My now ex girlfriend of 2 years lied to me about having breast cancer and when I found out I broke down and spiraled into depression and anxiety and then I began to self harm.

I rember when i first cut myself i pretty sure it was winter may have been the fall i was in love with a girl online i aint now but i know me an her wasnt getting along well anymore she seemed like she just didnt care about me so i was in my room listining to escape the fates day i left the womb and started a like 3 cuts i was acually curious.about it i was wounder well why people do this an after awhile them 3 cut turned into like 50 i didnt cut deep but enough there was pain and itdraw blod i would cut 50 or more cutss on my upper left arm so people wouldnt see my friends seen later tho an id cut a broken heart an hate an stuff only thing it did for me was make me tired which was good caused i liked to sleep then be awake deal with the heartache so i cut for good amount of years till i decided this is just somthen i shouldnt be doing an dont need to be so i beat that habbit an anyone who cut them selves should never do so an never try to kill ur self i wished i was did somtimes an wantes to kill myse

Pretty sure I started cutting fall of 2013. It's been off and on. Not deep, just small scratches with a razor. It stings enough to make me feel better but are inconspicuous enough that I can blame my cat. I used to cut deeper but not as much anymore. It gets worse in the summer when I can't see my friends everyday. I'm going to college in a little over a year and I'm considering telling my mom and my psychiatrist, but I don't want to freak my mom out. Really not sure what to do at this point. I don't want to give it up but I want to get better.

I was 7, and found that a cousin did it because she was depressed about her relationship. I thought if I did that when I was sad I would feel better. I did a few times and then I forgot. When I was 11 my dad kept calling me "useless" for everything. Then I grabbed a cutter, and wrote "useless" in my skin. Because I was, and still I am.

I was 19. I was losing my best friend of ten years because she was finally bursting out of the closet (really good for her). But I needed her there. I had been depressed for five years already, refusing to do meds. I wasn't doing well in college and when I failed things I normally hit myself, punished myself. I had access to blades where I worked. It was easy. I took one and sliced my thigh. It felt empowering and the monsters went away. So I soon got hooked from that day.

I feel like I probably way over reacted. But I had feelings for my friend who is straight. As we were saying goodbye I gave him a hug and he reacted like it was really unwanted and weird but I apologized and he said it was okay. Even though I know it wasn't OK. I walked home and it kept playing over and over again in my mind how unwanted it was and how much he didn't like it. I felt horrible..I felt like a disgusting monster. When I got home I couldn't stop telling myself over and over what a monster I was. I got extremely upset and just started cutting everywhere my arms my legs my stomach my thighs anywhere I could reach. In my head I kept saying this is what I deserve. I'm a monster. I still feel like a monster sometimes. But at least I rarely use cutting to cope anymore.

It was winter time I was really stressed and doing shitty in school. I had only a few months prior confrontedmy mother about abusing me as a child. She and I hadn't spoken for a while and I was scared about having to go home at the end of the semester in just a few days. I thought about killing myself. I made the first cut in my arm and then texted a friend. I went to her dorm and she made me hot chocolate. She saved my life. Thanks Hannah.