I am a cutter. That is to say that I cause physical harm to myself on purpose in the form of cutting. I have scars, lots of them. My family knows about what I do but we never talk about. I go to counceling and I still do. The truth is, I like it. I’m addicted to it. I crave it. I think about it constantly. I really don’t want to stop… but for everyone who cares about me I pretend I do.
