Recently I relapsed after 16 months of being cut free. I am not
proud of what I've done, but I have accepted it. Tonight I was
betrayed by a close friend. I broke down crying, but I didn't
self-harm. Tonight I realized that I am stronger than this
addiction and this illness. I have been tiptoeing around everyone,
trying not to hurt those around me, but in the process of trying
not to break everyone else, I ended up breaking pieces of myself.
Tonight I am picking up the pieces and putting myself back
together. I am stronger than the pain that plagues me, and I am
determined to be okay again.