In times like these, I wonder what healing looks like. In mental health, there doesn't seem to be such thing as "cured"...at least not for me. I know I've come a long way. I have to remember that when I am feeling such failure and setback. The thing is that I want to reach a point where I don't actually have the urge to drag a blade across my skin.
Sure, the ice helps...it doesn't injure me. But I can hold an ice cube against my wrist until it melts into a puddle and take the pain as punishment. When will I stop punishing myself? What will it take? More EMDR? Prayer? Both?
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