On June 2 of last year, I opened my own left wrist. Coming round to the "anniversary" of surviving caused me intense anxiety -- so much so that I took the day off from work, fearful I'd fall apart. In the end, it passed uneventfully. I'm not doing quite as well as you seem to be, but am doing better than last year. I'm glad you survived to write a post I can relate to so closely. Ta. Cheshire Cat