I am so ashamed. I haven't engaged in this behavior in over 10 years. But my husband died recently after a long battle with brain cancer. My husband was my night in shining armor........when I met him 12 years ago he told me he would always protect me and never let anyone hurt me again. I felt so safe.....it was a beautiful time. I was brutally assaulted by an intruder at 13 in our family home. Well........now I feel scared most days and completely abandoned. It is beyond terrifying for me to be home alone......to this day, It becomes so intense and the only relief I get is from cutting myself. I compare it to being on a road trip....you are 60 miles from the nearest bathroom and you REALLY have to go. You know that relief you feel when you finally reach the bathroom. It is like that. I also lost my Dad last month as well..........so my cutting has become an almost daily event. I hate it so much, but seem to have no control over my behavior. I feel really alone with this.