"I get really desperate. I'm losing it all with people. For some reason self harm has become the only answer and it is getting worse. Deeper cuts, uglier scars. As if being in pain, bleeding, being exposed to the danger of a cut going just that little too deep would mean being loved. Comforted. Being held."

that is something I struggle with, and actually just revealed to my T through a journal entry... we will be talking about it on Friday am sure (at least I hope so). I can totally relate...