Cutting

I recently found myself cutting again after nine months of being clean. I had, had a really bad night, and a worse day, I was washing up and saw a knife. So I cut the palm of my hand just to see what it felt like. It felt good.

I stopped then as someone walked into the office. So I only have one small cut. Which no one can see. But the fact remains that nine months of being clean, I cut. I've even started taking an anti depressant again to help me get from one day to the next.

I really though I was over all of this, but obversly I'm not. Maybe depression is something I will have to live with my entire life, and I won't ever get over it. I just hate the thought that I will have bad moments in my life time and time again.

Hello World

Hi Guys

I should introduce myself, I'm CareForMeNot (CfMn for short). I'm here because for one reason or another, I have no where to express my feelings. Not my real feelings. Everywhere I go I draw friends, which I don't mind, but this does mean that I can't be honest around them. So as a result I've decided that I needed to start again.

So this is my blog, my feelings, and no one is going to know who I am, so that this blog can be totally mine, with the worry of upsetting those I call friends.

Welcome to me.

CfMn