Tired, hurting, wanting to SI... just trying to get through the 'moment' and then the next one, and the next one....and on and on and on...and I find myself flat on my stomach, lying on the bathroom floor, lost and alone...

On the bathroom floor, with a razor in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other, feeling no pain while watching blood drip down one's wrist...all while watching the scene take place while outside one's body.