Nea Kris

Let the pain flow

Cuts

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I was thinking about this topic for a long time and I understand that not many will understand me, but let’s try to talk about it anyways. At 17 years old I discovered that you can cut yourself (glass broke in my hand and cut me. People assumed that I did it on purpose, which was not true). With that I discovered that I liked it in some particular way. It helped me to reduce stress. Pain of cuts was taking away my emotional pain and concerns, making me change focus. It also was a good way to express my pain, show how it really IS, not by words, which can lie. Last year counselor told me that hurting yourself might be also an expression of anger, when you can’t express anger in other ways, which made sense to me. I never could make a scandal, couldn’t break a plate or anything, even when I found about my beloved cheating and about other nasty things. So maybe that was also a way to punish myself, to show not only pain, but my anger? To show that I have at least that power, over my own body.

When the ugliest part of an affair was happening, for the first time in my life I REALLY cut myself. In the cut I saw a layer of fat tissues and deeper. I can’t lie, it scared me and my focus of concerns changed very fast. Almost a year passed since then, and I still have a big, red scar and it itches time to time. I like it though. Like tattoos, it has meaning. It was a really big change in my life, it was a big step in my life… well, my life was pretty much demolished, so I had to start collecting myself and my life almost from a scratch and this scar always reminds me about it. It also reminds me that I went through it, that I survived, even though I still “itch” inside time to time.

I don’t have desire to cut myself that deep anymore, I am not in this kind of pain, but I still cut myself a little bit sometimes (it is funny, that when 7 years ago we started to date with my…ex, he said “if you love me, don’t cut yourself. If you will cut yourself, it will mean you don’t love me. I didn’t cut myself since, but guess what? In the end, he was the one who had lack of love, so I don’t care about breaking my part of the deal. He broke his in much worse way). So, is it really bad? I’ve heard many times that hurting yourself is not a normal behavior, that it is crazy, etc. But let’s think about it for a moment. Yes, I cut myself to ease my emotional pain, but I don’t like extreme sports, or even scary rides at theme parks. I don’t like risks and always trying to avoid any kind of injuries. I never had broken bones, surgeries or even stitches. So can you actually say that I thinking about my own safety less, then those people who goes snowboarding or drives motorcycles? My cuts – I control. I know it won’t be dangerous, I know it will be a very minor injury, so can you say that people like me are actually once-s who can harm themselves? I think all culture of harming yourself should be revised and small cuts here and there should not be judged.
HOWEVER, it is always better to live without any kind of injuries, so, please, don’t use it as a casual tool. It is one of the ways to cope with stress, but not the best one, so I wouldn’t suggest it, as a good solution.

2 thoughts on “Cuts

  1. Sports can be risky, but the reason why people participate in them is because they want to have fun. The reason why people intentionally harm themselves is very different. You say you can control the damage you sustain from cutting yourself, but the fact remains that you’re harming yourself. It may lead to something even worse. You wouldn’t dream of hurting someone you loved, would you? Don’t hurt yourself — you’re worthy of being cherished in all capacity. ❤

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