I was doing so good. I was happy and confident, had no urges then all the sudden i want to cut up my skin hundreds of times. And feel so down. The night before last i couldn't stop crying, my mom was annoying me and all i wanted to do was cut. I distracted myself, drew pictures, wrote, and listened to music. It worked for that day. I didn't cut but i still have the urges. Starting to to think its better to give up.

I don't have a therapy appointment for another month. I just need...