I remember my last attempt like it was yesterday. I'd been out with friends and we were drinking heaps of alcohol, I already knew that I was gonna hurt myself later that night, but got way out of hand. I am a self harmer, and before I stopped drinking alcohol I often used to have "dates" with my blade after a night out. Anyway, I remembering everything being fuzzy and becoming dizzy and I lost my eyesight and run straight in to a wall. I woke up four hours after and almost couldn't move. I called my mom and got the help I needed. I was very decided that I was gonna do it for real, but since then I met a boy (yeah, I know, very stereotypical) and he saved me. But lately things are getting so hard again, and me and this boy are just fighting all the time (we're not together, but best friends.) It just feels like my mental illnesses mess up everything good I have around me. I hope I can get out of this dark cloud which is surrounding my head. Does anyone have any tips on how to get back the will to live? 'Cause honestly I can't remember last time I had it.