About two years ago today... I decided that I needed to stop self-injuring. Not because it wasn't working for me as a coping mechanism, but because I felt that it was going to get out of hand and I wanted control of the situation. (Which is kinda funny, since SI was always a "control" thing for me).

But after I quit, I arbitrarily picked the best date for me to have to remember to celebrate these anniversaries.

So... I picked my mothers birthday. (Happy birthday Mom... even if you're not the best parent I know you ultimately love me).

So... I guess, I'm wishing myself a Happy Anniversary today.

Quitting/recovering is possible. It just takes a lot of screwing up beforehand. Never give up.