This is not a pity story, so don't accuse me of wanting attention because I don't. I'm just informing my opinion on things and relating it with my own life.

About four years ago was when i made my first cut. I was going through depression and self image problems, and thought somehow maybe cutting myself will make things better.  I'm not even sure how i got that in my head, and its blurry for the reasons why i didn't have even have enough common since to realize not to do it. My point in it was i didn't really want to die, i never cut to kill myself, i just did it to make the pain fade for a while. I will get to my whole experience with it in detail in another blog. But to sum it all up  after a couple of  years of cutting made me numb, and I'm just now starting to learn all my feelings and how to express them in the right ways. I was slipping away from reality and submerging myself in my own Little world at all times. My grades droped ,i didn't have friends, and i was starting to have to cut deeper and more often just to be satisfied.
But once i stopped (when i say stopped i mean like tried very hard to not cut as much and slow down little by little, because the point where i was at i could not just stop and never do it again. I still think about doing it now, and i have slip ups every once in a while. It is something that will always go through my mind, but i have gathered enough will power now not to do it. And I've come to realize that it isn't worth it.)  I was still confused about everything. I was frustrated and felt like i was discovering the world for the first time. The only problem was, i didn't like it. Lets face it, high school can break someone down if there not careful and that's what it was doing to me. I was already far behind, i was on the line of caring and then saying fuck it. So what did i do? I turned to drugs, i thought , hey its not as bad as cutting so why not. To this day I still wonder where in the world i got that idea.  Drugs is used an an escape, just like cutting. Most of them do the same amount of damage if not more. I consider myself lucky that i stopped before i got hooked. Although i didn't do anything serious, just downers. I still feel bad for the reasons i done them.I felt like i was week, like i couldn't survive without a crutch. So i said to hell with that, this isn't worth it either. Needles to say i had no problem stopping that. I may have recovered but my grades were still low and my social life was near the brinks of zero.
My point in telling you all this was, that I've seen a problem lately with people who use drugs to escape from reality, make fun of people who cut themselves. To me its the same thing , just in different forms. I really think no one has the right to make fun of anyone in the first place.  But that just really gets to me, they have no right. Why would anyone even make fun of anyone that is having a breakdown like that? I have my theories but all fail to convince me that's its okay.  If you have any stories that relate to this feel free to tell them. If you have any opinion on this what so ever feel free to share them.
This isn't bashing people who do drugs either, i still smoke weed on occasion and drink some alcohol, I'm not perfect. Nor do i even attempt to be. I don't think there's much wrong in an occasional hit and shot here and there.