Every day things are harder, in a way I feel good cause it seems like I have learned to control my urges to cut, but then again, is like everything that happens could be a trigger. It disgust me to see my scars, to know that I am weak, but I am also proud to have them, cause they make me realize how strong I can be.
It is not easy explaining to someone when they see my arm, why it looks like that, most times I just hide my arm, pull down my sleeve and change the conversation but I can see them trying to figure out what happen to me that made me do this.
I don't lie, and to those that I have given a response it has always been somewhere around the lines of "its been hard". I love my life with all of it difficulties and I can promise that I won't cut again but if it does happen, I will cross that bridge when I have to.