Unfortunately, yesterday, after a few months 'clean' I cut again. Not badly, nowhere near enough what I wanted to do and nowhere publicly visible (where I really wanted to but can't deal with other peoples fake concern if seen) but still. I'm half elated because I'd been resisting for days, weeks even. And half crushingly disappointed in myself and paranoid that my other half and or flatmate will spot them. Damn that dodgy bathroom lock. The strange thing is, once I'd done it, I felt completely hollow. There was absolutely no relief or anything. It wasn't like I felt like I no longer needed to do it - if anything the opposite, I wanted to do more and worse at that. It was just this hollowness. Anyone else ever had that?