I ended up cutting that day, too. November 7th... But I've not cut since then, even when it is almost too much to handle, and the razor blade is so tempting. But I haven't. Things have been very difficult for me lately, but I haven't done it. I feel a little sense of pride in that.
The pride would be greater, though, if I haven't had breakdowns where I literally curl up in a fetal position or lie on the floor and just cry and cry and cry...