I am on the verge. It started with an overdose that landed me in a mental health facility involuntary for five days. I think my time there made things worse. I was a nervous wreck when I came back to the real world. My head hurts, my stomach churns, and my hands won't stop shaking. And then, on occasion, it disappears. I have not "cut" but I find myself walking down the razor aisle wondering. I scratch with the head of a pin. It started as a way to release negative thoughts. What happened to me? Why does it feel like I am falling, and there is no one there to grab onto. I have to go through this alone. I don't have a strong family/friend support system. The only people who knows of my depression is my husband and best friend -- and even they don't know the entire truth.