I have started cutting now that I am not able to deal with life via food.
My therapist suggested putting a rubber band around my wrist and snapping it really hard as a socially acceptable alternative. That is just stupid. How can it be socially acceptable to walk around with huge bruises on your arms? I stuck with cutting and lying about it to the therapist.
My husband notices and has asked me to stop, and I honestly don't know how. How can I burden him with the fact that 90% of the time I cut after we have argued? Why is my head so fucked?
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