Bob ~
This is why I cut. I hate myself. I have no self-esteem, and when I get angry with myself or at how bad things are for me, I need to release these feelings. I don't want to cry, and I don't want to go on a rampage. I understand that things are bad for all people. Everyone goes through tough times. But I just can't see another way to deal with my problems that makes me feel this much better. Depression is a tricky thing. When you say life has a purpose, my brain just does not believe it. The only thing I can think of is "People would be better off without me around". My loved ones always tell me this isn't true, that I would be missed, but because of my non-existent self-esteem, all I think is "I'm not worthy of the love these people are giving me." Cutting is a beautiful pain that lets me forget all these feelings. I can't explain it any more than that.
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