I haven't cut in a while, a few months. I think somewhere around May? But I just decided enough was enough and quit but I never got rid of my blades. I had them stashed all over in little places like under the radio or in the bottom of a drawer. I stopped thinking about them.

Recently I've been struggling with addiction problems and relationship issues and school and depression and a whole whack tone of things. Last night though I came home high and wasted (had been copeing well before so this was a major screw up too) and I tore the house apart looking for my blades. Someone has found them all and gotten them all out.

So I thought id be fine but then I saw my friends exacto he'd he'd left here and not picked up, and I broke and now it's all I can think about because my cuts are stinging and I am so tempted to go find a new pack of blades.

Help? I feel like such an idiot for relapsing.