Hey, ok so I didnt like ,y description for the other similar topicI put on here about this subject, so this the the (hopefully) better explanation...
Ok, well I started cutting about 8 months ago now. I'm 15 years old, but according to everyone else I am "old natured". So I guess I dont act 15...
I like to keep everything to myself, I dont like burdening others with my troubles at all. I despise doing so. So I just dont. I keep everything to myself, I dont tell anyone how im truly feeling. I dont want them worrying over me. I like also to keep my privacy. It scares me to think that someone would know everything about me, even though at the same time it sounds kind of nice. I trust way to easily, which is why I revert to a lot to not trusting anyone at all. Just because I find that I cant find a happy medium. Its the same way with eating disorders. If you cant stay on a diet, then you try to put eating out of your mind completly. You either eat or you dont. That simple. So thats what happens sometimes with me, I just cant find it in myself to trust anyone, though I know I should. The problem is, whenever I trust someone, I get hurt really badly. I naturally think that trust is something that I give everybody, till they disprove me. And when they disprove me, I know it. And I'm left sccared.
You see, I worry all the time about everything and everyone. Which, I have reason too. See, I guess you could sort of call me a councelor. My friends tell me EVERYTHING that their thinking about, whats on their hearts, their past. Just everything. And its not just my friends. Adults trust me, even complete strangers. Several times I meet someone for the first time, and take me off to the side and tell me their entire past history and what their struggling with now. Most the time they tell me that they have never told anyone what they told me before! I dont even say to words to the person, and they confide in me their darkest secrets. My "gift" has been called The Ears to listen. What I always struggle with though, is why would God give me the ears to listen, and not the hands to heal? I can listen for hours and hours on end to someone(and I have before) and not get bored. I genuenly care about all of these people. But I cant do anything to help them! Its like a sick, cruel joke or something. Each new story or burden I hear, becomes my burden. It tears me appart. I hurt so much for them, and I just never know how to handle it. After a while, I started thinking that I'm forcing people to talk to me. Like they had to other choice. So I started not talking, so people would have a choice to talk to me or not. It didnt work. I wouldnt say anything to anyone, and still strangers would tell me things. My friends now resort to me as just a councelor, since I still dont like to talk much. Just out of habit now, plus according to my youth pastors wife, I have a guilty personality. I stress and worry about everything and everyone. I just want to dissapear and never be thought of again. I dont like myself at all, and excpectially dont love myself. I know I should, but I dont. I dont like how I look, or how I act or behave or anything. I always feel like I'm saying something wrong or hurtful to people. I feel like I only cause harm, since I cant heal the people who talk to me...
I cut, for release and calm. It sooths me during a panick attack, or after I fight with my parents on something. I cut, and I'm focused on the blood and how it feels, and I stop crying and calm down. Its how I deal with everything, its how I release what all is going on in my loved ones lives... at first I did it for punishment. Like I was punishing myself for not being able to help anyone, and I thought that if I punished myself, that their problems might just go away. I want to take aways their burdens and put it on myself. None of my loved ones should have to go through what their going at all. I wish so bad that I could help them, but I cant. No one can, and it hurts so bad...
My youth pastor wants me to start talking to him or someone about what is going on. He can see in my eyes that im getting depressed again. He knows me very well, and somehow he knows what im thinking without even having to ask me. He says that he went through the same thing when he was my age, and even almost attempted suicide. He says we are very much alike, but I cant believe that. He is so good and amazing and wonderful, I wish I was that. But I know I'm not. I look at him like my spiritual-human father. HE is the one person I respect the most in this world. Haha, and he knows what makes me uncomfortable, and he does it. Like, telling me that he cares about me and loves me and that I am perfect, and he laughs at my little curks during youth group and tries to get me to feel accepted. He tries to get me to talk about myself, and I hate that. And he knows it. Thats why he does it. But if im gonna tell someone about my cutting, then it would be him. But, then he would tell my parents. And im not sure if I want them knowing...
But I cant talk about it. I have tried. It's all emotions. Its like I have two personalitys and ideas fighting against each other ont his subject. One side is saying that I need to tell someone cause this isnt healthy at all, and that im hurting the people who I love the most by separating myself from them. And that im worrying them and hurting them, which is what I tried to avoid by separating from them... But then the other side is screaming in my head that im crazy for even thinking that their hurting over me! How can I ever even think that they care about me! That I am this worthless peice of trash that shouldnt be living at all. I'm not doing any good. I'm not helping my Saviour at all by being here. I dont deserve his love... And then the emotions I'm feeling for my friends...impossible to describe.
Anyways, at the risk of rambling, this is what I'm struggling with. I cant figure out what I should do! I dont feel worthy to get help, even if I wanted it. I feel like I'm not worth fixing. But what is the point of being happy? I dont feel liek there is a point, it feels selfish. That im trying to get myself to be happy. Feels pointless...
So here are my questions.
-Why should I tell my Youth pastor I'm cutting?
-If so, whats the point? Why does it matter that someone knows I cut? Is there really any point? Whats the big deal? Its not like im trying to kill myself? So whats the big deal?
-If not, then what are the reasons why I shouldnt tell him?
-Then anything from my book of a post that anyone woulod like to comment on.
I am really struggling with this decistion, so if anyone can help me then I would appreciate that more than you could know...
Thanks,
Graice.