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I remember kneeling on the window sill, one leg out, hot Los Angeles air against my face. I remember exactly how badly I wanted the drop to end my life, and the despair of the disappointment I felt when physically dragged off the window ledge. I remember the moment on the plane back to New York when I decided to get sober, hearing the words “DBT” from my friend’s mouth for the first time as I was discussing my quest for treatment. I remember the moment I really began loving myself as I used the “self-soothe” skill and hugged myself, crying into my mirror, staring into my own eyes and whispering “I love you” until it sudde nly became true.
Source: Journal of the American Academy of Child and Adolescent Psychiatry - Category: Psychiatry Authors: Tags: Book forum Source Type: research