I Can't.

It took me two failed attempts to realise that I was not meant to end my own life. Despite the reoccuring thoughts of death which plague me from time to time, I think I have been managing quite well. Almost seven months of being cut-free has been a strange and powerful experience - it has taught me to find alternative methods of coping with depressive thoughts without resorting to self-mutilation. I often also find it hard to believe that there are actually people who care about me, and who would be upset if I died. These people are not just my family - I am fortunate enough to have made several friends over the past year who I am able to talk to about my problems. My problem, I think, is that I forget about the ones who care and worry about the ones who don't. Perhaps it is something I need to work on... if these thoughts were to vanish, perhaps the thoughts of death would, too.