So I’m out at my cousin’s party tonight… and so far no cutting. I am aching for it and absolutely desperate, but I have six butterflies to keep alive… I really want to keep them alive.
My crisis team guy came round today. I had a massive talk with him about my self-harm and my issues with religion, which I have never really gone into before. I felt really edgy after that, but it’s a step forwards.
I’ll post more of my story when I have more time.