April 15, 2014 / 1:52AM 3,514 notes

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SCIENCE BEHIND SELF-HARM
For some people, the concept of why anyone would cut themselves is bizarre. Doesn’t it hurt? Why do you do it?
Well neuroscience has an answer. Scientists scanned the brains of people with a history of cutting during a painful experimental task designed to mimic self-harm techniques. They found that the pain led to decreased activity in the areas of the brain associated with negative emotion. So ironically, the more they hurt themselves the better they felt. 
Also in order to alleviate pain, during painful injuries, the brain releases dopamine and endorphins, the body’s natural “feel good” chemicals. This explains why some people sometimes get addicted to self-harm and even derive sexual pleasure from painful stimulus. 
This is NOT an excuse to self-harm more. This post just serves as an explanation. 
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sixpenceee:

SCIENCE BEHIND SELF-HARM

For some people, the concept of why anyone would cut themselves is bizarre. Doesn’t it hurt? Why do you do it?

Well neuroscience has an answer. Scientists scanned the brains of people with a history of cutting during a painful experimental task designed to mimic self-harm techniques. They found that the pain led to decreased activity in the areas of the brain associated with negative emotion. So ironically, the more they hurt themselves the better they felt. 

Also in order to alleviate pain, during painful injuries, the brain releases dopamine and endorphins, the body’s natural “feel good” chemicals. This explains why some people sometimes get addicted to self-harm and even derive sexual pleasure from painful stimulus. 

This is NOT an excuse to self-harm more. This post just serves as an explanation. 

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April 14, 2014 / 2:27AM 17 notes

The first picture was taken about a month after the cuts were made. The second picture was taken tonight, about six months after. 
Having suffered from mental illness since I was 15, I’m very familiar with the relapse-recover-relapse-recover cycle that’s very easy to get stuck in. I’ve been cutting myself since I was 16 years old. The longest I went between relapses was no longer than a month. Until now. 
Tonight marks 200 days since I last brought that evil blade to my skin.
Cutting was something that I learned to depend. It was a crutch that stopped me from dealing with my problems. With every scar that I left on myself, a little bit of myself died as well. It was an addiction; a horrible addiction that stole my sleep, my appetite. my grades, my family, my friends, my sanity, and my love for myself. NEVER underestimate how much hate it takes to take a blade to your own skin; the beautiful skin that holds you together, keeps you from getting sick, keeps you alive. Tearing it apart is synonymous to tearing yourself apart, and nothing will get better if you’re still doing it.
I’ve come a long way since I last relapsed. I take medication three times a day, every day. I was in weekly therapy for months before I went to once a month and then stopped it altogether. I’ve had to relearn how to live my life without the a constant cloud hanging over my head. I had to learn to embrace my beautiful skin, my beautiful body, my beautiful face, my beautiful heart, my beautiful soul. I had to learn how to choose happiness every single day. I had to learn that I had the freedom to decide how my life would go. I had to learn to be happy.
I’m so happy to wake up every day. I’m so happy to be living this life, in this body. Recovery is possible. Hope is so real. 
I’m so happy to have clean skin for the first time in four years. I’m never going back.

The first picture was taken about a month after the cuts were made. The second picture was taken tonight, about six months after. 

Having suffered from mental illness since I was 15, I’m very familiar with the relapse-recover-relapse-recover cycle that’s very easy to get stuck in. I’ve been cutting myself since I was 16 years old. The longest I went between relapses was no longer than a month. Until now. 

Tonight marks 200 days since I last brought that evil blade to my skin.

Cutting was something that I learned to depend. It was a crutch that stopped me from dealing with my problems. With every scar that I left on myself, a little bit of myself died as well. It was an addiction; a horrible addiction that stole my sleep, my appetite. my grades, my family, my friends, my sanity, and my love for myself. NEVER underestimate how much hate it takes to take a blade to your own skin; the beautiful skin that holds you together, keeps you from getting sick, keeps you alive. Tearing it apart is synonymous to tearing yourself apart, and nothing will get better if you’re still doing it.

I’ve come a long way since I last relapsed. I take medication three times a day, every day. I was in weekly therapy for months before I went to once a month and then stopped it altogether. I’ve had to relearn how to live my life without the a constant cloud hanging over my head. I had to learn to embrace my beautiful skin, my beautiful body, my beautiful face, my beautiful heart, my beautiful soul. I had to learn how to choose happiness every single day. I had to learn that I had the freedom to decide how my life would go. I had to learn to be happy.

I’m so happy to wake up every day. I’m so happy to be living this life, in this body. Recovery is possible. Hope is so real. 

I’m so happy to have clean skin for the first time in four years. I’m never going back.

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April 14, 2014 / 2:11AM 5 notes

Anonymous asked My secret? I walk by the train tracks everyday on my way to work and stand up on the bridge above them and look down and I just hope beyond hope that a little burst of wind or something will push me over and then when it doesn't I come home and mentally abuse myself to the point where I have to cut to stop me from destroying myself from the inside...I want to give up but I know if I finally killed myself my girlfriend would right after me...I don't know what to do and I can't keep going..help

my secret? i stopped looking when i crossed the street when i was 15. i only just started caring enough to look six months ago. we all go through bad times, some worse than others, but there’s always a light at the end of the tunnel. what you’re going through won’t last forever, but you have to go out there and get it. i didn’t get on the road to recovery by not doing anything to better myself. i had to get professional help, consciously take my medication every day, go to therapy, learn what to do instead of cutting myself, let people in, talk when i was sad, and most importantly, start loving myself. do i still have bad days? yes. will i struggle for the rest of my life? yes. but the important thing is that i’m trying and i don’t want to die anymore.

stand up and fight for yourself. remember that you have the freedom to choose the direction your life leads. if you’re not happy in your relationship and it’s not healthy, then you don’t have to be in it. if you’re not happy with your life, change it. i know you can do this. i believe in you.

take care. <3

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March 30, 2014 / 2:12AM 29 notes

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Tattoo #5 I’m in love with it

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Tattoo #5 I’m in love with it

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March 27, 2014 / 12:39AM 2 notes

My family always gets mad at me for taking long baths but I can’t help but wonder if they’d rather me cut myself instead.

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March 25, 2014 / 12:25AM 2 notes

My legs did not fare well against my shaving razor tonight. Getting out of the shower with bloody legs is too familiar to not be triggering. I hate shaving. :(

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March 24, 2014 / 6:25PM 235 notes

it’s been half a year since i last cut myself. no biggie. just resisted a constant urge for the past 180 days. just resisted a mental and physical addiction without slipping up once for the past 180 days. JUST BEAT MY FUCKING MENTAL ILLNESS INTO THE GROUND AND SPIT ON IT. *rips t shirt* I AM THE INCREDIBLE HULK.

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March 21, 2014 / 4:11AM 2 notes

WILL EVERYONE PLEASE CALM THE FUCK DOWN?!

Let’s get this straight. My actions ARE NOT the reason people relapse. People relapse because they CHOOSE to pick up the blade. They CHOOSE to cut or burn or whatever. It is THEIR RESPONSIBILITY. not mine.

More rebuttal after I’ve taken a moment to calm down. Stay tuned.

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March 21, 2014 / 3:27AM 3 notes

i’m coming up on my six months of being self harm free and i just can’t believe i’ve gotten this far. if recovery was a person, i’d hug it and never let it go, because it’s so beautiful.

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