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What did they do, exactly, if you don't mind sharing?

I love your words and imagery. Truth. Thanks for the support.

When instead of cutting you write out a list of 15 highly specific reasons not to cut, and email it to your T.

That's beautiful, @Bloomy

Numb and sad and quietly desperate

Time (or the losing thereof)

When starting to explore with T the possibility of maybe talking about That One Thing, That One Time leads to a crisis of self-harm. Ffs, how am I ever going to do PE with those memories?

That P called me back (P is filling in for T and I called him in a bit of a melt-down.) Art The Forums My wife My job

Others Can be Good or bad You must be willing Risk

Painted over in my art journal

Got started back in my art journal.

Good for you, @C j !

Maybe it's your art? That has meaning and purpose, and is very healing. There is a reason you are an artist. Also, you yourself are reason enough to live and persist. You are on a particular path of seeking. You are not merely existing or living through someone else. You are worthy, and you are...

What a beautiful gift of compassion and acceptance you've given him.

Ah, I think I see. Can you find something else that is highly meaningful for you now? A sense of purpose? A sense of spirituality where in fact YOU are in control of your own life? Something beyond yourself, like helping others?

Why do you feel you are not in charge of your life?

Ay, mí hermana, I'm so sorry for you. I don't have any wise words, but I'm sending you hugs & support. (((((Maria)))))

Expensive He said I think not She said softly, and Left

Proud Content Restless Bored

Warrior

Laid around after cleaning house and caught up on MyPTSD.

My wife, who loves and accepts me despite by PTSD, ADHD, MDD & GAD, who has stayed by my side for nearly a quarter century even though my past causes great pain in our relationship.

Because the alternative means THEY WIN, and you got too much pride and too much fight to give 'em that. Because there are still cherished people who love and care about whether you live or die.

f*ck you, you pathetic loser I hate the fact that 37 years later you still haunt my life and impact my marriage but guess what you evil motherf*cking pervert I'm telling all your secrets and you are dying alone a meaningless blob with no memory in a nursing home and whenever you kick the bucket...

When you can have an hour long conversation with your mom on the phone and actually talk about the depression and how therapy is going.