Mmmm, but see, don't really care about the scars -- I have a zillion old ones, what's another handful? :-\

As for what caused it, I've had a massively stressful year. I won't get into all the details, but what seems to have set me off at this particular point is some HUGE family drama/BS. I just can't take anymore. I came back from a trip to get my mom moved into a nursing home and it was just a nightmare on many, many levels.

Really -- I could write a good-sized book about just the last couple weeks, much less the rest of the year. I have lost my ability to cope. And then my T flaked on me and didn't call me back when I needed him to, and that didn't help either, considering I have trust issues to begin with....

That was a long way of saying "I hate my life."