Oh dear, i went to see my T today - arrived very stressed and anxious, i hate it when people ask why so uptight! I'm not uptight just going through hell. Anyway we chatted a bit about the week from hell then thought about EMDR and he asked me to picture my room but i couldn't, i could only see my old room then i remember shutting my eyes and next thing i know its 40 minutes later and i'm quite relaxed but then i leave a i can hear footsteps that arne't real! So scary - called my crisis line and they told me to focus on my thoughts after me telling them it's all about cutting and dying then to focus on my breathing and said goodbye, they just left me! Ended up cutting my wrist and my bf turned up took me to the doctor who cleaned me up and is actually trying to sort out my medication, he actually listened. My bf just told me he can't take much more of this so i can't really open up to him if he feels like this. Guess i'm in it alone! This day/week/month/year has sucked! My T wouldn't fully tell me what i did or said when my eyes were closed and i don't remember which has leas to a late night email asking if the footsteps are something to do with that or if i'm loosing it. Sorry for the rant but i have no one else right now.