Yesterday I found the pair of scissors I use to slash my wrists. I was doing really well, I hadn’t relapsed in a while. About a week, if I had to guess. My scars had mostly healed up by now. But I relapsed yesterday. I don’t know what it is about SH, because it hurts and it doesn’t make me feel much better. Maybe it’s because I enjoy watching the blood? I don’t know. Is there something wrong with me?
I just felt like venting here. My parents can absolutely never know about this and I don’t trust my therapist.