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I've been on a downward slid for the last two weeks. I've been desperate to SI.

But I've been good. I've picked up the box of blades at the store and thought about it but I've put the box down and walked away. But everything about this day has brought out the failure in me.

So tonight after he has fallen asleep I'm going to leave and get some blades. He'll be pissed at me tomorrow, but he's been pissed at me for the last seven days so who cares, I'll deal.

And by deal I mean SI and crying myself to sleep.

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I hope that you found some relief from the intensity of the emotion. It might be worth trying a few alternatives to see if they take the edge of before you self harm, as you've pointed out, the self harm has consequences of it's own. Whether or not you end up SI, we're here to support you.

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