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I was 14 when I came to terms that I needed help for my depression and the only reason I accepted that it was effecting me so badly was when I realized I couldn’t trust myself with any sharp objects. It’s been two years and I don’t have any scars but I still don’t trust myself with knives and I don’t want to tell my family. My older brother has scars from that time in his life and I don’t want my family to worry about me like that, I don’t want him to know how close I was to ending it like he was.

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