The images of me hurting myself have never been as bright and intense as they are right now. I won’t go into the grisly details. This has me very scared and hiding, waiting out this storm.
My apologies for no posting, but this facet of my life is more important and I must do something about it. Going into a hospital won’t do any good and will make me lose everything that I have worked for the past 3 years. I need to go and hide and ride this out.
Wish me luck.
UPDATE: It took 4 hours of hiding, then a forced march up and down the street doing necessary errands (I didn’t want to burn the gas) to get over this. I am doing better, but I will still have to hide for another couple of hours to make sure I’m over it, or it will hit me and I’ll start the cycle all over again.