37 Hours ⭐️

Hi, hope this can be a little bit of hope for someone. 

Since I was in the 3rd grade, I’ve picked at my skin and scabs. I’m 16 now. 

Yesterday, I finally got help. I had been scared to go in the sh recovery community, or to talk about sh. I thought it would be triggering. It is, to an extent, but I’m purposefully working on noticing how I’m feeling. If I’m reading a rant post, and I notice my mood starting to go down, I know that it’s time to go. I can’t provide support, but I can protect my peace. 

Since talking about it and putting it out there, I’ve been able to face it and work on getting better. I’m taking it one hour at a time. My first try, I lasted 7 hours. Muscle memory got me. That’s ok. This time, I’m up to 37. 

Progress happens when you’re kind to yourself. 

Now, I’m gonna go throw myself a little party, give myself a pat on the back, and feel good about myself. 37 hours, after 7-8 years. I’m doing well now. 

Thank you for reading. Take care, hope it can help someone. ❣️