Wow. I'm glad I saw this one today. I'm having a hard time right now. My sponsor and I had a deal going for a while, and it became the longest time I ever went without cutting myself...fifteen days. I called her every day, and we'd go through the 'pain scale': how much emotional turmoil am I in today and what is the number, 0-10? At what number do I start to get edgy? We discovered that I always called her when it got to around six and I was getting angsty. Then we'd pray together and I'd promise not to hurt myself for at least twelve hours, until the next day, when I could call her again. We did that every day, and kept putting off my SI day by day. If I had the promise of release within twelve hours, I could wait. Then I'd just renew the promise.
BUT...she's been unavailable for the last few days due to work. And I just got back from a 'vacation' to my mother's house and coming back to the same crap I left behind, only worse, is not doing me any favors. I'm a running wreck on wheels.
I love the idea of an emergency box. I used to paint on canvas with acrylics; I can't really paint, but I do 'impressionist' paintings (read: they look like crap!

) of things like sunsets and starscapes. I'd listen to Van Halen at Extremely High Decibels and just let my hands go to work. Maybe I need to get back to that. I have an empty plastic tub and the art supply store is just a few blocks away.
I actually started crying when I read that post...written way back in 2002. The very idea of something I can run to made me feel so much better I can't tell you. I always feel like I'm running away; to have something to run to is so much better. Thank you so much!
And...there are always sugar free popsicles. I've eaten eight so far today. That's a record. I'm not feeling safe enough to get off the computer right now, but as soon as my son gets home, I'm going to take him with me to the art supply store and get started on my box. For now, I'm going to hang around here and read posts and maybe play a little bubblefish bob.
This place really gives me hope. I'm so glad I landed here.
Be patient. 36 years is a long time to keep a secret.
It's official! The parts have finally arrived and I am now a complete moron.