Well last night as I was slipping into my nervous, anxious, down, sad, depressed funk (HOW you can be all at the same time still confuses me) I had my first thought in a long while of hurting myself.
I’d like to say it passed quickly, it didn’t.
I’d like to say it was easy to resist, it wasn’t EASY but it wasn’t super hard either.
I can happily say I did NOT SI (self injure). So for that I’m grateful.
I feel as if I have to making this shit up. I have no real reason to feel like this.
And perhaps that is the sneaky part of this who deal. You feel worse about your illness because many times you don’t feel as if you are “qualified” to claim mental anguish, or mental illness.