I went almost a whole year without cutting, but I slipped up a few days ago and did It again. I was just having a really,really bad night. I was home alone with the kids and I was up really late after they went to bed. I couldn't sleep because every time I would hear a little noise I would think the worst things and would have to run and check on the kids and also check every single window and door In the house. I got overwhelmed by my emotions and started having flashbacks. Nobody even knows I did It yet. I wear pants all the time (I made the cuts on my ankle) and I dress as soon as I get out of the shower so my fiance won't see It. I'm afraid to tell anyone. Part of me doesn't want to do It again, but part of me does. If that makes any sense.