Sometimes counselors don't help like we think they ought to. Chances are though, they're gone so even better ones can get involved in your life. For instance, my therapist isn't available for my schedule. I saw her from age fifteen to eighteen, so she was there for the pivotal, crazy years. I've mellowed out a LOT, but I still feel I need HER... So, years and years later, I'm trying to get in but it just won't work. This is actually an opportunity to get to a new therapist, recommended by her, that she knows I'd be comfortable with. Pretty awesome, I'd say, 'cause all in all, I'd end up dishing up a bunch of crap to my old therapist to try to impress her or something...

Blessings or if you'd rather, plain out good things come in disguises all the time. And one day, you'll be able to get into a bathing suit. I always thought my scars wouldn't allow that, but after a few years, they've faded well enough that people don't see 'em less they're stairing, which hopefully scares them away, 'cause I don't want someone drooling over my thighs anyway!!

You'll succeed. I can feel it in meh bones :P ^_^

why would you have to wait 6 years?

oh and it really all depends on how it heals.... how well you take care of it... and especially how deap it was... I have sdcars on my wrist from three years ago that are still pink like the scabs just fell off last week or something.... yes it will eventually go away... but sometimes it just doesnt happen that fast