Soo I've not cut in about 1+ year now, and I've crashed into depression (bipolar) swiftly and suddenly.

I was out picking paint the other day and was triggered by some of the razors they keep there.

I'm in a dark place at the moment and while I know cutting isn't the way to go it is an option I've taken many times before in times such as these.

I need to pull myself together before this gets bad very quickly.

I can't go there. F**k. I'm screwed I think.