One week down.. forever to go

Yesterday marks one week since the day i attempted. When i get ready to shower sometimes i just stare at place where i was sitting, picturing myself laying there with the water hitting my body and blood running from my wrist. Sometimes i think about what it would look like if i wouldnt have gotten that phone call or what it would have looked like if my dad would have busted open the door to find me half alive bleeding out in the shower. I think about that day a lot again and again. Things are getting better since being on here. Trying to look at things one day at a time