In my baby book there is an entry that says, " You don't like to look at yourself in the mirror, you cry. " I feel like that now. I feel like all my securities have been taken away. My comforts are gone. The people and places I would have turned to at a time like this are impossible to reach. What do you do when your lifeline is cut? How do I fix this on my own? I don't even know where to begin. And I'm scared of the urges. Because all I can think to do to handle this is something destructive and negative. I don't want to slip back to that place. I just want every thing to go back to normal. I just want to look in the mirror and recognize what I see.