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Triggering (SI) - How did I get here?
I don't even know where to start... I've been up and down with the cutting for about 9 years... I've been on this forum for around 2 but I've never posted before today. Maybe I was scared to. I don't know... I have a hard time talking about it- I don't know if I feel like it's inconsequential or what...
To be honest, alot of the time lately I don't even know WHY I cut. I'm stuck in this rut of apathy more than anything. I work, come home to isolate myself and I take cold meds, sleeping pills, heavy pain killers, etc just to get some sleep more often than not. And, yes, I'll admit I'm painfully aware of the fact that my boyfriend lives on the other side of the ocean in Liverpool, completely unaware that I'm slowly coming undone...
Because it's bad enough to hear the disdain and saddness in his voice when I'm crying over the fact that I miss him or that I'm so tired all the time or that I'm pathetically lonely... I can't bear the idea of the reaction I might get to telling him I'm cutting weekly again. He thinks I've quit. He thinks I've BEEN quit since back in October last year.
The plan is that I'm going to visit him in 2 weeks and I've just cut again... They'll probably be healed in a little over a week. The always are. I guess I heal quickly or maybe it's just that the surface of my wrist has become riddled with scar tissue that I repeatedly, obsessively cut over and over so no one notices when I add new ones to my motley.
But in that... I'm scared. I'm TERRIFIED. This will be the first time I see him in person. He knows they're there. He understands what I've been through in the past. But I don't want to see that look in his eyes. I've seen it too many times before. I've had the men I love hate me for it, judge me for it, ask me for promises I could never keep over it, cry over the state of it and leave me over it...
I don't even know HOW things got like this... I don't know how it sank it's teeth in so deep that it basically runs my life. It makes me sick... But, like so many of us, I don't know how to make myself stop.
I don't really have anyone to talk to about it. My best friend just moved to Georgia a few months ago... Really she's the only one who knows me that well... But I can't put any of it on her. I have a problem asking for help... Maybe I just needed to vent. I don't know... I'm sorry for the disjointedness of it all...
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