I haven't self-injured in nearly a decade.

I'm not depressed. I know how to catch incipient depression early, and what to do to keep it from moving in and planting its butt on my mental couch.

I no longer have flashbacks, intrusive memories, or regular nightmares, and very rarely have anxiety attacks.

I am better able to communicate in my relationships, I have better boundaries and am comfortable holding my boundaries.

I've got a lot of work left to do; I'm actively challenging my unresolved attachment pattern in therapy, and that is certainly causing some bleed-over waves in my daily life, but I'm learning a lot about why I react the way I do in relationships.

Progress happens gradually. It's only looking back I can see just how much I have done, and people who have known me the whole time see it and affirm it, too.