When i was in the beginning of 6th grade my older sister (who was 14) had a stroke, an avm to be specifi. it was super rare for someone her age to have that happen, because if this my mom was always at the hospital with her and my dad was working. so i was always alone. I dont want to be self centered, my sister almost dyed and i understand but it was hard on the whole family. I got really self conscious and started hating myself, i made up reasons to believe her stroke was my fault and that nobody in the family loved me, so thats when i picked up the razor. I didnt cut myself much but i found other ways of self harm that wound last in the moment, scratching my arms until they are all red, punching my leg until they were covered im bruises but nothing felt better then the cut. So i cut myself more. Im only in seventh grade now (13) and i still want to cut myself and i still sometimes slip up and do it.