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My name is Jen, and since I first picked up a knife 13 years ago, I am the face of self-injury.
I am 27 years old. I am a wife and mother. I don't always fit the preconceptions of what self-injury looks like. It isn't something I do for attention, and I am not suicidal.
The last time I fell of the wagon was two years ago. I still feel the desire to self-harm. It's never gone away for me. I've just learned to choose other coping methods besides self-injury.
When I'm feeling overwhelmed, that urge weighs on me. It presses down on me, and I start to feel that picking up a blade is key to letting some of that pressure out.
And then to relieve that stress, I'll want to injure myself. Which will cause more shame and guilt. It can quickly devolve into a never-ending cycle.
Like I said, I've learned to choose other coping methods. Some days that choice is easier than other days. But as long as I still have to consciously make the choice not to cut or burn myself, I am the face of self-injury.