Last night I had a relapse. I cut the word"HATE" on my left arms. I cut the word"HATE" because that how i feel inside toward the world, toward my family, toward myself. I am now going thru some extremely tough time with some"family issues" that really dragging me down. I am scare to tell Leslie (My therapist), because i promise her i won't cut myself and i promise her that I will tell her if i got the urge. I feel so guilty and i don't know what to do anymore. I cried last night and this morning because i was feeling so down and very depressed.
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