Tired of this battle and all of the crap that goes w/ it. Things have been brewing for a quite awhile and came to a head in sept. I knew I was in trouble and couldn't stand it any longer so I handed a yellow-ribbon card to my dr. Scared the crap out of her. And everyone around me. don't have time for this tonite. maybe tomorrow. SIB is rearing it's ugly head again. Nobody understands (except for all here) that the pain inside is so huge and heavy, and the only way to "explain" it is to to make it show on the outside. If I was a cutter, I'd cut. I'm a head banger and hitter instead. Broken bones and concussions are my method of choice much to the chagrin of my dr., various counselors, therapists and my girlfriend. Those who have never been here do not get it. Been fighting the urge for a few days now. Who decides when it's time to give up?