So I started cutting In 6th grade, I always thought ” I don’t need help, it’s just a phase” “when I’m older ill be fine” but I’m out of high school now,& 18. & it’s just worse. The thoughts never go away, & I’m so scared they will live in my mind for the rest of my life. What will I tell my children when they ask where my scars came from? Or my grandchildren? I should stop,but I don’t want to. It’s my comfort. It’s my release.& I need it.