Slippery slope

I feel like I am sliding down a hill of mud…nothing to grab hold of…no way to get back to the top…sliding slowly toward the bottom. Options?

I seem happy enough on the surface, even to myself, but deep down I am empty and depressed. I absolutely do not know what to do next. I haven’t cut in years, but it calls to me now. The tool of choice is not in my house. If I can keep from going to the drugstore, I may be able to keep myself safe.

Lord, how did I end up back in this place?

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~ by Kj on June 19, 2010.

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