I am feeling as though I need to cut, very deeply and final. My kids are away for the week and I am alone. I know that I am not safe right now. I slit my wrist in June, but the paramedics took me to the hospital and the ER doctor who stitched me up committed me to the Short-Term Crisis Unit. But now I feel like doing it again, and I'm not sure how to work through this. I think when you've done it once, it's easier to do again. I've looked at my razor blades, but I've put them back in the drawer. I just wanted to reach out to you guys tonight. Maybe talking will get my mind off these intrusive thoughts.
Hugs,
Sandy
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