I’m so sick of trying to get well and then getting triggered back into my hole. I have been worse than I have ever been! EVER!
I’m scared of myself sometimes.
I did something and ran to my husband to tell him to stop me.. to take the stuff away.
I don’t know what I would have done. Next day I regretted it, but when you are in that state of mind. It’s… unreal. So unreal… I can’t explain it.
The photo is my wrist. It’s healing nicely. I scribbled out my tattoos. So you can’t see my daughter’s name.
My psychologist pretty much had me on call all that week because she knew how I was feeling.
Apparently I just get that way because it’s the ultimate escape from my emotions and troubles.
These things really do effect you.
ANYONE out there that deals with this. I FEEL for you and I hope you never feel the need to go.