I texted my T, we came up with a plan that was supposed to get me through till bedtime.
Bedtime has come and gone. Now I sit here more frustrated because I can't even get the meds I am supposed to get to help me sleep.
I am fighting the urge to cut, but am afraid am going to do it anyway. This time though, I will not tell my T. I can't go through that again.
At least I might get some sleep if I cut, and then it's pain I can control, it's something I can do since there's nothing else I can do.

I know people probably won't even read this because I have been at this point so many times before, but I figured maybe by typing it, it would be harder to rationalize cutting....