[ickydog2006]

I've been visiting my parents and sleeping in my old room. Obviously it's the guest room now and everything has been changed (I've been gone and married for over 5 years) except where the shelves are. And the stuff on them is obviously different, but I keep looking at them. Where my gold angel statue was, blade carefully taped underneath. And my treasure box, hiding another one. I think about it and cry. Not because of the person I was, but because of who I am. The longing. I miss their comfort. The only things I felt I could count on. And no matter how many times my mother raided my room she never did find all my stashes. I cleared them out years ago but I don't want to live without my blades.

[smmath]

I'm sorry being in your old room has instigated a lot of negative emotion. I understand that the only thing you had when you were at home was the blades, but what about now? Do you have positive things to replace what SI did for you back then?

[ickydog2006]

I try to do more artsy stuff, but nothing fills that void. Nothing ever makes me feel as satisfied as cutting did. I know cutting isn't an appropriate way to deal with things and there are a lot of consequences, but it's hard to remember the bad when all I can think about is the good.

[smmath]

Can you make a list of the pros and cons of cutting? Maybe that will put things into perspective.