I went to Los bravos today and got some burritos that had the sauce and cheese on them I thought I could eat them both but I got fool and saved what I had. Some hours later I opened the box and I am poking at my food just because it’s hot but the sauce kinda absorbed in the burrito so when my spoon makes a mark it looks oddly like a wound. Is that weird?

Idc anymore. I dont wanna be strong. I dont wanna fight it anymore. My ljfe is hard enough as it is, and than I also need to fight this. I know it is bad in the long run but I cant take it anymore. Im stressed abiut everything and im lonely. I hate everything. If I cant have anything good in this life, let me at least have this

i don’t know if this is the sub to ask but i care about my friend a lot and i hate to see him this way and i need help

okay so i’ve got this friend and i don’t known what’s gotten into him but slowly but surely he’s been harming himself in more and more radical ways and has more recently purposely burnt his hand and has told me he’s contemplated suicide but what stopped him was his faith.

i’m currently stuck because i don’t want to have to tell his older bother or his family but if it keeps escalating i feel as if i have no other choice. i want to help him before it gets to that point so if anyone can please give me some insight (suggesting alternatives, words of wisdom etc…) that would be extremely helpful

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Soo this is my first post in this subreddit... Anyway i made a website similar to fataltotheflesh and scratching the itch, its still in early development and is mostly only supported on pc for now so its not much yet. It features customizable pressure, tools, and beading+bleeding. I made it as a coping mechanism and i thought maybe it can help others! Let me know if you have any suggestions. This post can be taken down if this isnt allowed here.

https://soursymphony.neocities.org

As the title says, I suspect my sister might be self harming. I (17f) have dealt with self harm for about 4 years. Recently, I’ve started noticing that my sister (12f) is showing similar behavior patterns after she went through a rough patch (7th grade curse is real). She loves arts and crafts, so she has easy access to sharp things. I just don’t want her to go down that long path of addiction that I’m still trying to stop. Any idea on how to talk to her? I’m not the best at words, but I don’t want to just say some shit like “promise to never do that again.”

For context, 2 days ago I relapsed, but really hard (reaching beans in one swipe) and when I came home from school she checked my arms and saw how deep my cuts were so she decided to take me to the hospital (i didn't want to go tho, I was scared of getting stitches) and well eventually a nurse attended us and my mother made me explain what happened (she didn't know they were that recent) and I told the nurse that the cuts were 1 week old but I picked at my scabs and she believed me. Then she started cleaning the wounds with some sponge that had soap and started cleaning my cuts (it hurt like hell, I almost passed out) and she bandaged my arm and all that shi

Now I have my arm bandaged in 5 layers of diff things (it's not worth it yall)

Waking up everyday is just so tiring even though I sleep for more than at least 7 hours and sleep again in the afternoon.
My parents accused me of being a drug addict back when I was 13 just because I used to sleep sm n Shi😭 I don’t know why would they even accuse me of that but yeah wtv
It’s worse now that I am 16 and they keep saying it’s because I am getting fat:,)
And I genuinely can’t afford to keep doing this.
I have low test scores and idk if I will be able to even get into a good college.
My mental health is getting worse.
life’s boring and I can’t keep doing this anymore.
Nothings exciting anymore and I have zero hobbies the only thing I thought I was at least a little decent at was drawing but I was shamed into stopping that as well.
I zero skills at all, I can’t even fking ride a bicycle anymore. I am genuinely stupid and my parents shame me all the time for being thick in the skull and all, having zero communication skills ,having zero observation skills and stuff like genuinely dude I AM SORRY THAT I AM NOT LIVING UPTO YOUR EXPECTATIONS FKING FORGIVE ME I AM LITERALLY STRUGGLING IN FRONT OF U ASSHOLES AND ALL YOU DO IS SCREAM AT ME, ABUSE ME VERBALLY AND BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF ME??
And I just keep relapsing every now and then
it’s like a part of my routine now and I can’t stop anymore
I hate my scars so much but cutting myself is the only thing literally helping me deal with all of the stress and emotional pain.
I just want kill myself and be done with this
Like how is life genuinely so shit
I have an important test coming up and If I don’t score good in that
I WILL BE DONE FOR GOOD
I can’t?? like ???I am sitting here having moral dilemmas about cheating on a fking test and hating my parents when the elites out there are eating kids like omfg man
Shittt life Shitt life anyways
THANKS FOR COMING TO MY TED TALK <3

Every time I reach a milestone, I'm honestly surprised! But I've come so far, so I'm also proud of myself

For those who are trying to stay clean, I really hope you're doing okay!! It can be hard, but please keep pushing forward

I’ve been just over 150 days clean now, which is the longest I’ve been clean in possibly years, but my birthday is just around the corner. For most people this would be an even better reason to stay clean, and hopefully a way to distract themselves from urges, but I happen to have the worst “birthday luck” ever. I don’t know what it is but for some reason there’s this sort of dread that haunts me every year when it comes to my birthday, whether it’s just the fact I’m aging and I have no idea what the fuck I’m gonna do with my life, and that in all reality I’m not smart, athletic, or talented enough to truly succeed in many of my goals, or that everything always seems to go wrong. My parents will argue, I’ll get a detention, friends and family forget about my birthday, I seem 10x more clumsy than usual, or just embarrass myself in some form. I’ve already been having such bad urges for a while now, and although I have support from my loving boyfriend, I can’t help but feel like he’s gonna get sick of my neediness and self wallowing sooner or later. I never feel like I’m actually good enough for anything, no matter how hard I try, and I’m sick of being such a pathetic bitch and begging for attention and validation. I’m so sick of being strong, all I want is to feel that familiar sting and to watch my legs turn bright red again from the amount of blood that pours out. I miss the lightheadedness and smell of iron. I want my hands trembling and ears ringing. I seriously don’t know how much longer I can take and I don’t even fully know if I want to stay clean anymore.

I’m 19F and recently got into a relationship after many years. Things are going well, I care about him a lot, and I feel comfortable being myself around him. He knows I’ve struggled with my mental health and an eating disorder, but he doesn’t know about my history with self-harm or that I have quite a lot of scars on my arms and legs.

I’ve been clean from self-harm for nine months now, and I’m genuinely in a much better place than I was when I was struggling with it. I’m working on myself and trying to move forward. I’ve also been getting treatments for my scars because I’m quite insecure about them.

The problem is that I don’t want to hide them forever. As our relationship progresses and we eventually become more physically intimate, I know I can’t realistically keep covering them up all the time. I recently felt uncomfortable at the thought off taking my coat off around him because I was conscious of my scars. I sat there being hot when I wish I wasn’t.

Part of me wants to tell him beforehand because I’d rather be honest with him than have him notice them unexpectedly. But I’m terrified he’ll be shocked, think I’m too mentally ill, or see me differently afterwards. I know having a history of self-harm doesn’t define me, especially because I’m in a much better place now, but I’m still embarrassed and insecure about it.

I’m not sure whether I’m overthinking this or whether it’s worth bringing up now. I don’t want to make it into a huge conversation or make him feel responsible for my mental health. I just want to be honest with someone I care about, without feeling like I need to hide this part of myself.

For anyone who’s been in a similar situation, how did you approach telling your partner? How did they react? And for anyone whose partner has scars, did it change how you viewed them?

I’d really appreciate honest advice, particularly about how to bring it up naturally without making it feel like a massive confession.

So for the first time in 6 years, i was actually about to self-harm again. But when i went looking for the knife i ised to self-harm with, i couldn't find it. I guess i must've thrown it away at some point recently, when I've been drinking so much that there are parts of the night that i don't remember.

I just found it hilarious lmao. At least for tonight, my self-harm is staved off once again

So one of the ways I came to redirect my sh urges is by searching articles on random violent things, usually medical- or crime-related; however lately I've started asking AI chatbots about the same stuff, mainly because I'm curious about it's "reactions" to my vents.

I've been hearing a lot about cases of chatbot addiction lately though, and I'm afraid I might get it as well. I do go to a therapist, but sometimes I'm afraid that my rants are getting too repetitive for them, or that I'll say something wrong and get institutionalised or incarcerated. But with a bot, I can just delete the data and start over if I say too much. It gives me a false sense of security.

I fear that I'm developing a similar pattern with talking to chatbots to the one I have with sh now, where I can get weeks, even months, with no incidents, then suddenly one very bad day where I relapse. The best I hope for is that it won't mimic what happened to me with sh before my meds, where I'd cut practically every week.

My dad came by and flicked my arm DIRECTLY on a fresh cut 😭😭😭 i had long sleeves on so he didnt know but ohmygod 😭😭😭