Fifteen-year-old Lindsay remembers the exact date she started cutting for the first time. She had a horrible week, one like she had never experienced before. Although she had been depressed on and off again since she was only twelve, she had never resorted to anything as extreme as self-mutilization. In Lindsay's family appearance was everything. Her parents were so concerned with how they looked to others, not matter how Lindsay was actually feeling she had to "act happy." Most self-harmers do this, though. They don't want the people around them to figure out how horrible and alone they really are.
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