Thought #10: I Love Supportive “Friends”
Thought: I’m getting sick so I’ll write a thought instead of the post I was going to. I randomly remembered yesterday something my some of my friends would do in the beginning months of my self harming. I remember sitting in my friend’s bedroom and she had seen fresh cuts. She was angry so she grabbed body spray from her dresser and sprayed it onto my cuts. As the perfumed spray hit my wounds it burned. I said “ow” and pulled my arm close to me. She angrily said, “Good! You deserve it.” I think this happened a few more times after. Was I supposed to learn something from this? All I learned was that my friends didn’t understand, that they didn’t care (or cared in the wrong way), and all that just made me feel worse. I’ve never been one to be negatively motivated.