So, I know this sounds stupid but even though I'm not depressed anymore I still want to cut. I used to be extremely depressed, suicidal, sleep deprived, anxious 24/7, and I was starving myself. But now I am better, I have friends and happy days. Sure, I am sad daily but not depressed. When I was depressed I would cut myself daily basically. A lot of my scars are still visible, but for some reason I still want to cut. Anytime I see any sort of blade or sharp thing I remember sitting on my bed, blade in hand. Then I start to think about what it would be like to cut with whatever sharp object I am seeing. And I find cutting almost… addictive? Like, I almost… miss it? Am I mental?