|
Cut...
I have a problem.
I cut.
LIke I stop every once in a while,
but than things at home, my mom, and stuff get me upset again.
So I cut again.
I don't kno what to do.
I want to stop, but I can't.
[ ]
Want to answer more questions in the Health & Fitness category?
Maybe give some free advice about: Health?
Well firstly, I`m proud of you that you want to stop cutting. :] . Cutting is not the right way to express your emotions. You can seriously hurt yourself BAD, and even worse, end up dead. Try seeing a therepist or counsler to help you. They`re really good into talking to. But if you don`t want that, you can write in a jurnal[sp]. When ever you feel like your about to start crying or become angry, pull out a jurnal and just start writing. That`s what I do. You don`t even have to call it a diary, it`s just a way of expressing yourself.
Everyday, when you realize that you aren`t cutting, give yourself a treat. I know right, that sounds gay, but you should be proud of yourself for not cutting yourself. Do something good for yourself. Go out more & talk to a friend. A friend that you trust. Anyone.
]
Please for the love of god stop(assumeing your cutting yourself,if not please ignore) go get help. Go to your guidence counciler. If not and you go uncheck what happens in 1 year from now? in 5? in 10? You need to get help. If you cant bring yourself to tell a parent then tell a friend to tell guidence for you. Everytime you feel upset take deep breaths and think it could be worse. Just be strong. One of my friends who is a major athlete and awesome person had to deal with the death of his dad who was 41. The kid is 14. He is taking it like a trooper considering his dad used to coach him in every sport and never missed one of his games. Your going to run into problems down the line. Pick up meditation if you can, it should help.
]
you need to stop. you probaly already knew but if you dont stop soon you can kill yourself and it can be possible that you will get addicateed to it. that isnt really a good thing. just figure out soemthign that will get your mind off of being depressed. for instance, when you get upset turn on some music. i would suggest some rock music. (that alwasy relaxs me)or how abotu when ever you ge upset go outside and take a lil walk and get some fresh air. hope this helps.
*~Stephanie~*
]
The monks of St. Anthony's remain wonderfully Dark Age in their outlook and conversation. Exorcisms, miraculous healings and ghostly apparitions of long-dead saints are to the monks what doorstep milk deliveries are to suburban Londoners - unremarkable everyday occurrences that would never warrant a passing mention if foreigners did not always seem to be so inexplicably amazed by them:
"See up there?" said Abuna Dioscorus, as I was finishing my egg. He pointed to the space between the two towers of the abbey church. "In June 1987 in the middle of the night our father St. Antony appeared there hovering on a cloud of shining light."
"You saw this?" I asked.
"No," said Fr. Dioscorus. "I'm short-sighted."
He took off his spectacles to show me the thickness of the glass.
"I can barely see the abbot when I sit beside him at supper," he said. "But many other fathers saw the apparition. On one side of St. Antony stood St. Mark the Hermit and on the other was Abuna Yustus."
"Abuna Yustus?"
"He is one of our fathers. He used to be the sacristan."
"So what was he doing up there?"
"He had just departed this life."
"Oh," I said. "I see."
"Officially he's not a saint yet, but I'm sure he will be soon. His canonization is up for discussion at the next Coptic synod. His relics have been the cause of many miracles: blind children have been made to see, the lame have got up from their wheelchairs..."
"All the usual sort of stuff."
"Exactly. But you won't believe this-"
Here Fr. Dioscorus lowered his voice into a whisper.
"You won't believe this but we had some visitors from Europe two years ago - Christians, some sort of Protestants - who said they didn't believe in the power of relics!"
The monk stroked his beard, wide-eyed with disbelief.
"No," he continued. "I'm not joking. I had to take the Protestants aside and explain that we believe that St. Antony and all the fathers have not died, that they live with us, continually protecting us and looking after us. When they are needed - when we go to their graves and pray to their relics - they appear and sort out our problems."
"Can the monks see them?"
"Who? Protestants?"
"No. These deceased fathers."
"Abuna Yustus is always appearing," said Fr. Dioscorus matter-of-factly. "In fact one of the fathers had a half-hour conversation with him the day before yesterday. And of course St. Antony makes fairly regular appearances - although he is very busy these days answering prayers all over the world. But even when we cannot see the departed fathers we can always feel them. And besides - there are many other indications that they are with us."
"What do you mean?" I asked. "What sort of indications?"
"Well, take last week for instance. The Bedouin from the desert are always bringing their sick to us for healing. Normally it is something quite simple: we let them kiss a relic, give them an aspirin and send them on their way. But last week they brought in a small girl who was possessed by a devil. We took the girl into the church, and as it was the time for vespers one of the fathers went off to ring the bell for prayers. When he saw this the devil inside the girl began to cry: 'Don't ring the bell! Please don't ring the bell!' We asked him why not. 'Because,' replied the devil, 'when you ring the bell it's not just the living monks who come into the church: all the holy souls of the fathers join with you too, as well as great multitudes of angels and archangels. How can I remain in the church when that happens? I'm not staying in a place like that.' At that moment the bell began to ring, the girl shrieked and the devil left her! "
Fr. Dioscorus clicked his fingers: "Just like that. So you see," he said. "That proves it."
The Coptic monks who live in St. Antony's today are kind, gentle men, much more modest and reasonable than the bristling Greek brigands of Mar Saba or their sometimes fanatical brethren on Mount Athos. This evening I had a long conversation with Fr. Dioscorus in the refectory of the guest quarters. As the last light was fading gradually from the sky outside, I asked him about his motives for becoming a monk and why he had left the comforts of Alexandria for the harsh climate of the deserts.
"Many people think we come to the desert to punish ourselves, because it is hot and dry and difficult to live in," said Fr. Dioscorus. "But it's not true. We come because we love it here."
"What is there to love about the desert?"
"We love the peace, the silence. When you really want to talk to someone you want to sit together in a quiet place and talk, not to be in the midst of a crowd of other people. How can you talk properly in a crowd? So it is with us. We come here because we want to be alone with our God. As St. Antony once said: 'Let your heart be silent, then God will speak.' "
"But you do seem to want to punish yourselves deliberately: the hot, coarse robes you wear, the long Lenten fasts you all undertake..."
"Ah," said Fr. Dioscorus, "But you see fasting is not punishment. It is a tool, not an end in itself. It is not easy to communicate with God on a full stomach. When you have had a big meal you cannot concentrate your mind. You want to go to sleep, not to sit in church praying. To pray successfully it is better to be a little hungry."
"But doing without possessions: isn't that a punishment?"
"No: it's a choice. For myself I have begun to get rid of many of the things which clutter up my cell. Last week I threw out my chair. I don't need it. Now I sit on the floor. Why should I bother with extra food, with spare clothes, with unnecessary furniture? All you need is a piece of bread and enough covering for the body. The less you have, the less you have to distract you from God. Do you understand?"
I smiled, uncertainly.
"Well just look around this room. When I am in here I think that the chair is in the wrong place, I must move it. Or may be that the lamp is out of oil, I must fill it. Or...or that that shutter is broken and I must get it mended. But in the desert there is just sand. You don't think of anything else; there is nothing to disturb you. It should be the same in a monk's cell. The less there is, the easier it is to talk to God."
"Do you find it easy?"
"It is never easy, but with practice I find it less difficult," said Dioscorus. "The spiritual life is like a ladder. Every day if you are disciplined and make the effort you find you will rise up, understand a little better, find it a little easier to concentrate, find that your mind is wandering less and less. When you pray alone in your cell without distraction you feel as if you are in front of God, as if nothing is coming to you except from God. When you succeed - if you do manage to banish distractions and communicate directly with God - then the compensation outweighs any sufferings or hardships. You feel as if something, which was dim, is suddenly lighted for you. You feel full of light and pleasure: it is like a blinding charge of electricity..."
"But you don't have to come into the middle of the desert to find an empty room free of distractions. You can find that anywhere: in Cairo, or Alex, or London..."
"What you say is true," said Fr. Dioscorus with a smile. "You can pray anywhere. After all, God is everywhere so you can find him everywhere."
The monk gestured to the darkening sand dunes outside:
"But in the desert," he said, "in the pure clean atmosphere, in the silence - there you can find yourself. And unless you begin to know yourself how can you even begin to search for God?"
]
I can understand where you're comming from, when i get upset i alqays lash out at the wall, or start hitting myself so i could pass out. Life in general sucks, but it wont last long, just focus on youre future and what you want to do with life. i know things may be hard for you now but just try your best to get by, i know you have a plan, just fallow it. Cutting youreself's another form of giving up, and no one should give up on life, you're still young or older, but that's still no excuse. just take care, lil by lil ok?
]
Well the only thing I can tell you is try doing somthing else but cutting maybe get a punching bag or somthing and when you get mad punch it or somthing that should help!
♥
]
I dont know what you mean when you say cut but i am assuming you cut yourself, this is not something i can advise through a couple paragraphs. I would not feel comfortable in giving you advice without know more about you and your situation. But for now, if you have to hurt something hurt your pillow you will feel better at the end of the day and you will have a way to release your frustrations. Cutting yourself will only complicate your life, it is not healthy and it wont help your self esteem. If the pillow idea is not good to you then try to do something else to take the place of cutting. try something that is non destructive until you find something that works. send me a private message if you would like to talk more
]
More Questions: |