At work I could feel the mood getting darker and the urge to cut getting stronger and stronger. I began writing on my wrists with my pen like I had a razor cutting myself without thinking. My friends know of my illness and could see I was in trouble and kept talking to me to bring out what was wrong with me in hopes if I talked about it I wouldn't do anything. As the day progress my mood darkened even worse and by lunch I a so down and mumbling to myself about where I was going to cut that my friends dragged my outside and wouldn't let me go near my locker where my purse was and where my razor is so I couldn't cut myself at work. I hadn't taken my meds for the day either so they forced my to take my pills telling me its for my own good and if I didn't they would call my therapist and my husband so I took them. My mood lifted alittle an hour later and the urge to cut passed and without there help who knows how deep I would've gone this time cause I was really feeling down and out. My body is scared from all the cutting as it is so I really don't need another one. Went to bed after work feeling drained from all the emotions of the day.

Lin-Lin