Why I Go To Therapy

A few months ago, my parents found something out about me. I have been cutting for about three years now. No one really knew about it because I would normally wear a sweater. The sweater would cover my wrists and all my cuts. Even if the weather was hot or humid, I’d still wear my sweater because I didn’t want no one to see the cuts I have. There was one time that my mom had ALMOST seen my cuts but she didn’t. That’s when I thought that I should stop cutting my wrists. Just because I stopped cutting my wrists, didn’t mean I’d stop cutting; I began to cut my thighs and most of my legs. One day, while I was at my friend Melanie’s house, I had tooken a hospital knife with me and I was going to use it. My mom had called me to go home and I had forgotten the knife at my friend’s house and it was left on her bed. Her mom had seen it there and she took it over to my grandma’s house. My grandma lives in front of her and I live about two houses down. A few hours later, my grandma took the knife to my parents and my parents began to talk to me about it for almost four hours straight! Since then, I’ve been going to therapy for it. In my opinion, it’s not helping at all. I had to lie to my parents and say that it is helping because I know that they’re going through a lot right now. The reason I cut is because I’d rather feel my own pain than having others make me feel pain. This is why I go to therapy.