u/ApaturaMatrix

Hello, just figured I'd come here for some advice. I used to self harm in highschool but had been clean for a while. Recently had a really awful bout of circumstances and relapsed, sucks but whatever. All cuts were shallow and on my thigh but I didn't have big enough bandages to cover them immediately.

I clean them daily and they scabbed over just fine, no pus, no fever or chills, but they're sore and still a little red. Everything was clean and sterile and I have them bandaged now with bacetracin but I just want to know if I should be worried? It's been so long since I last did this that I forgot what the healing process looks like. It's only been maybe 4 days.

Any advice or help is appreciated, thank you.

Edit because I forgot, there's also no extra heat coming off of it beyond the heat that eminates from my body normally. If anyone has any advice regarding proper bandaging, cleaning, and air time for it that's also much appreciated

This is my first time doing this so please bear with me here. I just needed to get this off my chest before I lose my mind.

I'm a young adult (don't want to disclose my age) who recently moved. It's not my first time moving out and I thought it'd be fun moving in with 3 friends. It's closer to my schooling by hours than my old home was and I thought I'd be able to get a decent enough job that I liked just as much as my last one while enjoying my friends and life being out of my old home.

I was wrong.

I feel sick every day. I got a job I hate with insurmountable amounts of stress I just can't handle. I love my friends so much but it feels like my life is crushing me from the inside out. I've always struggled with depression but this is akin to my worst episodes back in highschool. Every night it feels like I'm dying. Every day it feels like I'm numb. I find no joy in anything I do anymore. I miss coming home and feeling genuinely at home. I miss my old job and coworkers, I miss my old room and it's shitty wifi, most of all I miss my parents. All of the things I find joy in don't give me anything anymore and I just want to leave but I can't tell anyone so I turned here. I have to get it out or it'll just keep broiling in me until I can't contain it anymore.

For anyone moving in with friends, please just do a trial run. Stay with them for a couple weeks, a month maybe. Look at how you feel.

I wish I would've just told them no when I had the chance.