One year and nine days later and I can happily say that, that is the amount of time that I’ve been self harm free. This past year has been one of the most depressing and joyful years of my life but I did not once turn to my old habits. I wish it wasn’t so antisocial and taboo to talk about tbis because I could honestly scream this to every person and feel no shame because I am so fucking proud of myself. I’ve been struggling with depression since I was about 13 and as an 18 year old, I feel like I’m finally at the point in my life where I’m starting to feel comfortable in my own skin. I’m never going to be 100% happy with myself but that’s okay. I guess I just got so tired of feeling sorry for myself and I decided that if I wanted to be happy, I was going to be fucking happy and I didn’t give a damn about what anyone said. Granted, I still have bad days when it feels like the weight of the world is coming down on me but I’ve learned to deal with it rather than turning to self harm. Bottom line is, I’m proud of myself and I am 374 days self harm free.