My main problem isn't even that I over think. My problem is that when I'm in a good mood I can think of one small thing for a second, like a bad memory, an insecurity, one bad comment someone once made or just an anxious thought and I literally just completely change. I go from happy to wanting to cry, in seconds.
Everyone cuts differently. We all use different tools, whether it be safety pins, blades, razor, etc. We cut in different places like wrists, thighs and hips. We make deep gashes or tiny scratches. Everyone has a different pattern. But self harm is self harm, no matter how small.
Self harm isn't a joke. We hate ourselves enough to make ourselves hurt. It's on purpose. Caused by our own hands. It's relieving to us. We feel like we deserve it. And that we have to do it. It's something some will never understand.
I lied. I told them I was happy when I'm most certainly not. I told them things get better when I doubt that they ever will. I told them to always have hope when I've lost all of mine. I told them everyone's beautiful when I feel ugly all the time. I told them to always stay strong when I'm slowly breaking as days go by.