I was talking to my T about my urges to cut and how it seemed like I was just always having urges and just waiting to slip up again. Just waiting to be a failure. She said that every day I didn't cut was a success. I hadn't thought of it that way. That every day I can succeed. She also said that even if I do cut, that doesn't make me a failure. That instead I was having a hard time and that the next day was another chance to succeed. I hadn't thought of it like that. It always felt like there was so much pressure to keep being perfect, and that not being perfect meant that I was a complete failure and no one would care about me. That I wouldn't deserve to have anyone care about me. But T said she would still care about me. Even if I did slip up. That I can take it one day at a time.