I ended up burning and scratching a small bit last night. It felt sooooo good too.
I hate that it feels good to do it. It makes it that much harder to stop yourself when you need to. I feel better this morning though. I’m trying to act like it didn’t happen and move on. Start counting my days again and not beat myself up. I guess it’s obvious that giving my letter opener to my therapist didn’t stop me. I will be sharing all of this with her on Monday, of course.
2 month streak is broken, start again.