I haven’t cut my thighs in over 2 years. The last time I remember was January of 2018. It was right after I went to a mental health institution.
I love taking care of my friends. I love listening to their problems and give them helpful advice.
My friend wasn’t feeling the best yesterday, and my friend kept holding suicide over my head. He just got in a fight with his dad, and he was venting to me. It really got to me, so I quickly looked around for my old blades. I really wanted to just calm down and not start up again. However, my emotions got the best, and now I am one day clean. I was really proud of myself that I was almost 3 years clean, however, that is now lost.
I really want to talk about it with someone, but I don’t want to worry people or disappoint them.