I couldn’t give K. my tools today. I needed to talk with her first and that wasn’t possible, so I took my tools home AGAIN. I need to get rid of my tools desperately, but I need to talk about what I’m doing to help myself process it all.
Fuck recovery. I can’t do this… I can’t handle my feelings. I hate feelings! There is no safe place to feel, so I’m going to cut – fuck it! Cut, binge, purge, and cut more.
