Why do you cut Sup Forums just, whats the point?

why do you cut Sup Forums just, whats the point?

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Feels good and blood taste good

post more.

Post more so i can jerk off

Those scars are going to stay there for the rest of your life. Good luck getting a job when you grow up faggot.

because i cant stop myself

self-hatred
feels good though when I'm not depressed or dysphoric
and yeah, they never go away
not worth starting such a fucked addiction

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you faggots, just cut patterns and it looks like intentional body mods in 10 years time rather than self harm

that way everybody wins

Why does it feel goof to you user? Pain is a defense mechanism normally.

I can't quite put my finger on it
it gives me a strange, stress-relieving, and sometimes even erotic feeling

also the pain can make me feel better because I feel like I deserve the pain I receive
I feel less inner-pain and guilt for my very existence because I feel like I've atoned for my worthlessness

What kind of stress does it relieve, is it the anxiety about the future or the memories of the past?
And can you describe what's erotic to you about doing this?
To me it almost sounds like a feeling of "release". Is that accurate?

Mentally ill = diversity hire.
Cut yourself to get the job.

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Why do you think you're worthless. Your existence is a miracle. Think about it, a bunch of molecules just happened to arrange themselves in such a way as to create a living breathing doing being who can think, feel, exist and think about thinking and feeling and existing.

What makes you feel guilty about existing?

it relieves the stress, sadness, and anger of the day and shit I've gone through, be it actual shit or just me being a depressed retard because I usually only do it when I'm having a complete breakdown
as for erotic, I can't explain it
I just get a very strange sensual feeling throughout my body
and yeah, it is like a feeling if release, at least for the non-erotic feelings
it feels like all of my negative feelings that have built up just pour out and I feel better, sometimes it takes a few minutes to feel better and other times almost all at once after I've already slashed my thighs way too many times

I'm just a depressed retard
I feel worthless that I'm a jobless, friendless, tranny that's failing college
also a lot of psychological issues and low self-esteem from childhood events and a broken, abusive family
feelsbadman
I don't want some gay plebbit sympathy points, but it feels good to vent a little
thank you, user

It seems to me that you aren't allowing yourself to feel much if at all. But emotions don't go away - if not inspected and validated, emotions will crawl out in warped ways.

You seem to be using the pain of the cut as a way to shock your body into feeling something. And by feeling "something" you're releasing all your pent up emotions.

But you don't have to cut, user. Allow yourself to feel, yeah? Maybe start with a journal and writing down what you feel and when. Or just go up to a mirror, say and express the emotion you're going through. Fell free to talk to yourself about why you're feeling it or what it's trying to tell you.

You're free to feel what you do, user. You're valid. Your emotions are valid :)

honestly, it's not that I deny my emotions or bottle them up, I'm actually a really overly emotional idiot, but it's more so that I'm so emotionally unstable and the aforementioned depression and gender dysphoria get so intense that I literally can't handle it
like I can usually handle a lot of emotions, but it's so much that I can't let out and doing so would consist of hours of crying
it's easier to just cut and let it out quicker
also, I do appreciate your genuine kindness, but it's getting a little too gay for me and I'm a fucking trannyfag

Just trying to help :)
Just know that it's okay to cry. And it's okay to cry for however long you need to. You can cry from any emotion as long as it's strong enough. Crying will let you inspect your emotions and learn from them.

Think of it this way - there is you thinking self that thinks, plans and imagines. It is the speaking voice in your mind. But there is also the feeling self - it's kinda different from the thinking self and doesn't play by the same rules. When you cut you allow your feeling self to scream and release the emotion - but you aren't listening to it. When you cry, you let your feeling self express itself wholly.

Remember - both of these sides are *you* and both of them should be considered, validated and listened to. This is what people mean when they say to "have a relationship with oneself" - to allows all sides of you to express yourself.

My gf used to cut. I told her I'd leave her ass if I ever saw that shit again. She likes her nice supported life so that shit was done.

just cut deep enough this shit life has no point anyway

its like when you cut urself you can feel only physical pain and forget about mental problems if only for a couple of seconds, and because brain releases dopamine to help the body deal with injury

Started cutting while I was a middle school teacher hating one's job, then for the ensuing 5 months that I was jobless and no longer in school. I am in a period now where it has been months since I have last relapsed, so I may be in the clear for now, but should things take a particularly bad turn for the worst, I could see myself start up again, especially if my drinking habits don't get any better.
I started with my left wrist, and then eventually began cutting over the scars that I had left behind to make them more distinct. However, I hide the scars underneath my watch and keep in on rather tight so as to not get uncomfortable questions. Then I began slashing my thighs and the scars got larger, but were smaller in number.
Overall, I was cutting as a means of venting my frustrations with my inability to help improve the system that I was now a part of. Try as I might to help kids that genuinely needed it, there were just a few that completely ruined my attempts to do my duty, as discipline was a joke at the school and there weren't any true consequences for the actions of the students there. Verbal abuse, physical abuse, fear of losing my job (I ultimately did), and not being given the chance to give those few devils the punishment that they deserved are what drove me to self harm. Then, in the months afterward, it persisted as a means of coping with my apparent failure as a educator, as it was something I had tinkered around with for some time. It continued further as a means of punishing myself for not getting a job. The hundreds of rejection (or silence from some of them) really hit me in my self esteem, and so more blood flowed.
I have managed to stop now in spite of being a bit of a masochist due to being employed once more and having people at work who legitimately want to talk to me and see me succeed in my endeavors. In hindsight, it was rather pathetic, but it was a lesson that I needed to learn.