Today, for the first time in the ten years I've been doing it, I've decided to quit cutting. I completely underestimated how hard it was going to be. I'm only seven hours in and my mind is begging me to do it. For no reason. I'm not upset at all and I haven't been this happy in months. I guess it's just become such a routine that I feel naked without it.But I'm not going to do it. Because I know my life will be so much better without it.
I'm kind of excited actually. I've never done anything this big. I've finally decided to take that big step and start helping myself instead of waiting for someone to save me. I'm really proud that I have the guts to at least try.