I thought I could stop. After I burned myself I thought that was it, I was going to draw a line under this negative behavior and finally move on... but I haven't been able to. I've been having a really bad week, and my arm is now a total mess. The burn has almost healed, thank goodness, although it has scarred to a degree, and I have a bunch more cuts... and a couple more minor burns. What was I thinking? I just feel so desperate right now, I'm doing anything I can to try and 'help' myself to cope. I guess I'm falling back on what I know. I wish it didn't have to be this way.