it all was good until I moved back to where all the trauma happened... threw a humongous wrench in my progress.
I like the idea of walking backwards, it takes more coordination than just trucking headlong forward and dragging the poor dog along... and more thinking.
time is going so slow. I feel better about the self-harm, as it's not as bad as I had feared (thankfully). Just need to make it till noon. why does time drag SO SLOWLY when I really just want to connect with my T?
the scary thing about the self-harm, it worked... especially after the anxiety over having done it wore off. it released the pressure valve of the suicidal thinking, and I feel calm for the first time pretty much all week... I know I need another release, but nothing works like this. it sucks. it sucks that something so effective is so unhealthy.