Today I was cleaning out all the things I've stuffed under my futon for the past year. Among the piles of junk I found an old box of therapy journals, etc. Inside the box, I found the self injury tool I used to use. I picked it up and looked at it for a minute. I didn't feel any sort of intense emotional reaction and I knew in that moment I was ready to throw it in the trash - and I did. Then I got up and found all of SI tools hidden all over my room and I threw every single one of them away. It felt great - like I was letting a piece of myself leave. I even kind of laughed. I was really proud of myself and wanted to share the moment with someone that would find it meaningful so I left my old T a voice message to tell her. She texted me back almost immediately to let me know that she was with clients all day and couldn't call but she wanted me to know she was so proud and I made her day. It felt really good to get that message from her, but it felt way better to release myself. I think I'm really, really done with SI.