I’m so tired of fighting. Injuring, not injuring. Eating, not eating. I don’t want to stop SI. Right now I just have to survive. The only one I’m “hurting” is myself. And I’m okay. It’s not like anyone knows. Well, knows I never really stopped anyway. I’m tired of pretending. But when I”m real, all I get is yelled at and threatened. And so hurt verbally. Which is always helpful.and a confidence boost. I’m glad people here understand the compulsion and draw of SI. I would be entirely alone without this cite. I don’t even know myself anymore. My depression is so deep.and I’m not swimming in it, fighting it anymore.. I’m sinking