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TW!! (Sh obviously) - I started self-harm in 6th grade, near maybe the end. I remember talking to a friend back then, saying I couldn't possibly do self-harm, and that I would never get THAT sad. I was horribly wrong. it started with scratching myself, the scissors, and then eventually real blades by my 7th grade year. I went down a complete depression spiral, and honestly, self-harm was my way out. I didn't see the hurt in it. I didn't mind the pain, even in fact I was mesmerized by how quickly my pain disappeared. but this is not a healthy outcome. It left scars on my body, and they ran up and down my arms as terrifying reminders of my past and slight trauma. Tw(Hospital) I was eventually sent to a hospital when my parents found out. A mental hospital. and it was one of the scariest experiences ever, mostly built on guilt. when I got out, I started to recover, however. In the beginning, it was just to get my parents off my back, but as I started controlling myself more, I realized that I liked how I felt, without scars buried in my arms. I liked the freedom of wearing T-shirts and not having to worry about people looking at me or my parents finding out. Recovering from self-harm gives you a sense of freedom, of letting go, of being free. I have my ups and downs, and I may screw up every now and then, but I am getting better. and I believe that you can do 

You can do hard things.