…It’s a constant companion. It’s with me day and night. It’s never content to leave me be. It must always remind me of the battles I face.
After a week or so of being almost free of suicidal thoughts and self-injury urges, they’re back in full force.
I’m just having a rough day (errrr… it’s night now). I finally start to feel almost human and then I slide right down that hill and hit my ass on a big old rock.
Don’t feel much like writing…