Just posting a quick update -
I'm back to my country now, gave up on finding a therapist during the second semester, but
I've FINALLY told my mum about it (not the munchie part but the whole crazy phase, the self harm...). She didn't freak out like I thought she would, and we agreed I needed to see someone, so as soon as I'm settled out for next schoolyear (that is, when I'm sure i know where i live and all), she's gonna make sure I find a therapist and she's ok to pay for it. So that's awesome. Hopefully it will make things get better and I'll be able to go forward with my life eventually.
Of course it's kind of stressful to know she knows, because in my mind I haven't given up on cutting yet, so it makes me feel calmer to know i'll see someone every week or two. So far I can control myself though, but it helps to know i will have help soon.
So if anyone who read that thread is feeling similar to me or to what i felt like in the begining, you're not loosing anything in getting help, even if you feel you're making everything up, the point is that you're struggling and as long as you stay honest with the therapist and with yourself, go for it, you have more to loose by not going than by going.