I hadn't cried in over a month. I hadn't cut myself in 2 months. I started exercising regularly and have been feeling really great. Last night my husband drunkenly told me he can't count on me, I'm unreliable, I have severe mental health issues and I need to go to therapy. I'd love to go to therapy but I just cannot afford it. BOOM. Crying and cutting all day. I wish I was just dead already.