I was doing great. My meds were helping. My stressors were just temporary and I was doing great at managing them!

I'm not okay. Life hit like a brick wall and a speeding train at the same time last weekend and now I am not okay. I keep trying to cope with everything as best I can, but I'm not doing well. I'm trying to hold it all together for myself and my boyfriend, which I know I shouldn't be, but I can't help it. 

I have put fire to my skin multiple times this week just to be able to control part of the pain I feel. I know I shouldn't. I know it's bad. I know it's dangerous. I know my family would be ashamed if they knew. 


I will get help. I promise I will, everyone. I have an appointment with my psychiatrist this week thankfully, but I hate myself for breaking again. I hate this disease! 

I needed someone to know.