I probably cut myself for a different reason than you do

I cut myself when there's too much happening in my life that I can't handle. But that's not what different.
I don't cut myself because I want attention. I make the cuts so small that I can easily blame the injury on some type of accident. A small cut on my hand, on my arm, on my shin. But mostly my hands.
I don't cut myself to make a visual and physical representation for the emotional and mental pain I feel that I don't know how to deal with. I used to, until I felt that cold blade on my skin.
I cut myself cause the sharp pain shocks me back into reality. The blood and pain tells me that there's always worse than what I'm feeling right now. The almost invisible, tiny scars remind me to keep on going. They tell me I'm strong enough to handle what's going on. That's why I cut. It's not suicidal or because of depression or because I want attention. And I'm not saying its a good thing that I'm harming myself. Because it could easily be prevented if I had friends who cared or if I actually cared enough to talk about what going on or if I weren't addicted just a little to the short pain and thrill of it all. I'm just saying, I cut for a different reason. That doesn't detract from the fact that I cut and I need help.