I am recognising the reoccurrence of some old symptoms as I start to emotionally and physically lock myself away. Urges to slice my breasts. Getting lost in the broken bathroom mirror pressing the cold blade to my skin all morning but I haven't cut. Scattered unfocused thought. Losing ability to trust. I am not an object. Massively angry but equally empathetic. I am stronger than this he's right. Such a stupid fight and only a few bruises. Two days gone by trapped in more and more thought loops. Feels like orbiting a black hole. Time has slowed down but I've not vanished. Not this time. Please not this time. I can beat this. I can find my way back before anyone notices I'm gone.