It's been a little over two months since I last cut. I'm trying to make it to six months. If I make it this time it will be my birthday present to myself that I did not cut for six months.
It is really hard though. I have tried to stop multiple times before. I haven't cut in two months because of my boyfriend though. I love him too much. It's still really hard.
I do try to find alternatives. I tried the rubber band thing at one point, but found that I really liked flicking it against myself really hard and would just hurt myself in other ways. I sometimes pinch myself or dig my nails in. It's not quite the same effect but I know that is not healthy either.
I did see a therapist for a few months. I liked her. She gave me ideas that apparently I was already doing in my younger years because of my depression. To be honest I can't remember a time when I have been okay enough to say, no I didn't need help at that time, whether I was getting it or not.
The problem mainly for me, is that my depression in the past several years has reached such a low that none of the things I used to do seem to do it for me anymore. I love to read but even when I'm in a decent mood it is incredibly hard to get myself into a book and just read. I love to write as well, but that seems just as hard now, because I can't seem to go off into my own little world so to speak.
I used to constantly imagine other places and characters and what they would be doing, completely blocking out the world, which is apparently a technique my therapist told me to try but it's really hard to do it now. I have been trying to regain that ability. It's an upward battle. She also thought that the fact that I could not do it anymore was because my mind was telling me that I could handle what life was throwing at me again. I don't really have anything to say to that theory other than that I had ended up cutting because I apparently really couldn't handle it and cutting would sometimes give me that same effect of blocking out the entire world while I was doing it.
I stopped seeing the therapist after my first visit with the psychiatrist she sent my too. I liked my therapist. I did not like the psychiatrist. And knowing that they worked together and I was referred to the psychiatrist by my therapist just sort of wrecked the idea of going to see the therapist again. I felt weird telling her I don't like the psychiatrist you referred me to. I don't feel comfortable with her.
I have been off depression medication for a few months now as well because the psychiatrist was supposed to get me on new stuff that would actually help me rather than the stuff I was on.
I haven't cut in two months though, so I am not currently looking to go back to therapy. If I gave in and cut again I might go back. But my therapist doesn't know about when I cut two months ago. The last time I cut was in February in her mind, before I started seeing her.
I told my boyfriend that it was a trigger to see razors because it made me want to cut even when I wasn't in a particularly depressed state so he took all the razors out of the bathroom and hid them. I still know where all of mine are but I have to get them out before I go to the bathroom, so going into the bathroom isn't such an ordeal now at least.
I honestly have no idea what might or might not work for me to keep me on track and not cutting. I'm just sort of taking it one day at a time. Some days are a lot easier not to cut.
Thank you for replying to this post.

It really does make me feel better just to know there are supportive people out there. Other than my boyfriend, everyone else has just sort of abandoned me when I told them I was a cutter and asked for help. They were too freaked out by it, didn't know what to do, and they just took it for granted that just being there and being supportive might actually help. They just don't want anything to do with it.