It was a strange compulsion, self injury.
One that promised to set me free.
But instead it only trapped me.
Thank god for therapy.
More than two months,
I haven't cut at all.
Not even a scratch.
And I feel really good about that.
A craving caught me off guard,
not by being strong,
but because I'd forgotten the feeling.
It quickly passed. I felt happy instead.
Proud that I'm winning this fight.
If you're still in the throes of addiction,
just know that there is hope.
Therapy. Meds. Self care.
If I can quit so can you!