The other night Miranda told me she was cutting again, my heart stopped. Last time was bad enough even if it was so little and she stopped when I told her I wasn't mad but disappointed. This time she was scared to tell me but I said I wouldn't be mad. She was scared and said she was sorry if I thought it was some attention thing, but I really don't I told her that. I told her it'd be ok and that she was going to get better, that I would be there for her every step of the way. But I'm scared, what if she finds something else, I can only do so much. Today she gave me a bag filled with pins, needles, safety pins and any other sharp thing she thought she'd cut or has cut herself with. I said I'd be taking anything else she tried to use. And then I asked where she did it, she hadn't a single mark on her wrists. She then pointed to her chest, hips, legs, sides, and stomach.