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Here I am sitting on my bedroom floor with a razor in my hand wondering if 155 days sober is enough to deter me from cutting again. I have been so proud of myself for all of those days, even when I was at one week and I didn’t think it was enough, and even when I wanted to hurt myself so bad that I thought I might throw up. I don’t want those days to have been for nothing, but I can’t help but think of that time last summer when I was in a constant state of anxiety for 7 days straight during which I tried every trick to calm myself down, and nothing worked, so I resorted to self harm. Now my stress and anxiety have been building up for about a month, and I am so exhausted that I actually did throw up, and I can’t get up in the morning because I am so paralyzed by all my thoughts, and I start thinking to myself “What could be so bad about one little cut?”
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Jul 9, 2022
Jul 9, 2022 at 7:06 PM UTC
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Here I am sitting on my bedroom floor with a razor in my hand wondering if 155 days sober is enough to deter me from cutting again. I have been so proud of myself for all of those days, even when I was at one week and I didn’t think it was enough, and even when I wanted to hurt myself so bad that I thought I might throw up. I don’t want those days to have been for nothing, but I can’t help but think of that time last summer when I was in a constant state of anxiety for 7 days straight during which I tried every trick to calm myself down, and nothing worked, so I resorted to self harm. Now my stress and anxiety have been building up for about a month, and I am so exhausted that I actually did throw up, and I can’t get up in the morning because I am so paralyzed by all my thoughts, and I start thinking to myself “What could be so bad about one little cut?”
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Jul 9, 2022
Jul 9, 2022 at 7:06 PM UTC
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