Tuesdays are always hard for me.

Mondays I only work a 1/2 day (cuz of therapy + group therapy take up the other 1/2 day). So, Tuesday feels more like the beginning of my work week. Tuesday is when the reality of "I need to sit here for 32 more hours" starts to sink into my head - and that seems impossible. Anxiety rises. Desire to flee rises. I often hide in the mensroom and cut.

And yes - I cut some today. I found some skin way back on inside of my thigh that I must not have cut for awhile cuz it cut very easily. It did not really make me feel much better (anxiety is running VERY high right now).

I guess i will have to cut more.