so, here I am. awake. despite the begiing and pleading and bargaining with Great Powers-That-Be.
and I forgot to make my SI pack to bring to work. erg.
what 30-year-old still struggles with self-injury and personal inadaquecies quite like this? I mean, I know SI isn’t actually something that’s restricted to a particular age group or anything, and it can some in any forms for any persons. but really. who in their thirties is still getting fresh scars…? by now, there’s better coping skills and the like. how am I still using a blade to deal?
and though it’s mainly becoming cutting, it’s not and rarely was restricted to just that. hair-pulling and hitting are actually my most common; they leave minimal marks and require no additional tools.
I think that aas I’ve gotten older, as I’ve become less religious and black-and-white, I’ve come to idealize suicide even more. while ypunger and strong in my faith, religion said suicide was wrong, and thus out was. then I got to a point wherein I believed that it should be discouraged, but still an option. these days, as stated in a previous post, I’m almost confused as to why I haven’t really done it yet. time changes your perspective, yes; but in what direction?