Now Is the Time

I am on a journey.  A journey that will not only continue helping me with my own recovery but hopefully help thousands more with theirs.  I am a recovering self-injurer.  I am sharing my story because I feel like it is the right time for me to share this.  I started self-harming when I was 15 years old and it carried on as it took over my life for nine years.  I am happy to say that I am almost three years self-harm free.  Free.  It is such a strong and invigorating word.  I know many of the people who suffer from this debilitating disorder long for freedom from this.  For me, it became an addiction.  It was the only way I knew how to cope with things.  It came to a point where I was doing it all the time.  Even when I wasn't stressed out or sad, etc.  I was in college when I was hitting the peak of my cutting.  With a scared little girl mentality, I told my parents.  They came and got me from school and thus started the healing process.  It was a major undertaking.  I know it was a very stressful time for my parents, but it was almost a horrifying process for me.  It was so difficult to admit to the things that I was doing.  As I began therapy, I became more and more aware of why I would cut myself.  What it would do for me.  I was eventually diagnosed with Borderline Personality Disorder and Bipolar Depression.  I won't go too much into detail about Borderline Personality Disorder or BPD because it is a lengthy and complicated description.  If you wish to know more information, don't hesitate to look it up on the Internet or at your local library. 

This is not the beginning of my recovery journey as I have already taken those steps a long time ago.  This blog is to hopefully help others who suffer from self-injury and families and friends of those suffering that they may get a better understanding and hope.  I was there.  I walked in those heavy shoes.  I want to make the world aware that this disorder affects millions around the world.