I slit my wrists on Friday. I wasn't trying to kill myself. But, I had an anxiety attack. I couldn't breathe, calm down, stop shaking, or get a grip. I called friends but no one could come over. I called family but it didn't help. The short term solution was to focus on other pain, physical pain, and it worked. It calmed me down a lot. My friends came over then, and called the police. I spent the next three nights in a pysch ward. Then I went home Christmas Eve. My dad got physical w/ me though. So I stayed at my aunt and uncles for the night, spend Christmas there and came home today. Now I am in my apt. where I cut... and I'm scared, lonely, sad, and afraid I will cut again. My puppy is next to me and is my angel... I don't want to cut again, but I do at the same time. It takes the mental pain away and makes me focus on physical pain. I am tempted to go back to the psych ward but I don't want to leave my dog. I need advice now.
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