I was heading home from work and saw a family with a little baby asking for money outside the grocery store. Gave them everything in my wallet and still felt so helpless. Like I was so sad but I couldn't cry and get that release. The whole way home I thought about pulling over and cutting myself so that maybe I could cry finally but I didn't. Distracted myself by cooking for a friend who's laid up from a car crash but as soon as I was done I wanted to cut again.

Now I'm trying to fall asleep and I found this sub for the first time right after I stopped scratching my thigh with my fingernail. You all give me hope that I can stay clean and wait until my tattoo appointment next month for a socially acceptable fix.