Last night my boyfriend was over and we were watching meet the robinsons and my world just seemed to fall apart around me.  It was hard to breath and I just stopped answering when he talked to me I felt depressed and alone even though his hands never left mine.  There was no energy left it my body.  I wanted to injure, thinking somewhere deep  inside I felt that it would bring me back to life, remind me that my boyfriend has never done anything to make me this way, and I should not torture him with my problems.  I stood staring at the tool for about five minutes, then all my energy was back.  I went to the garbage can and threw it out.  Maybe this was a big step, or maybe I was just acting on a whim.  Whatever it was, it felt good and I’m happy to say for the first time ever I stopped temptation even after it went that far.