There was a time I counted every day, I tracked it in a journal every time I said no like a good healthy noodle just like the doctors and therapist told me to. It was nice, like patting myself on the back for working so hard on my DBT techniques. Failure after failure restarted the counter, so many Day Ones that I lost track. Eventually Day Ones turned into One Months and I had a few of those before I got to Two Months and Three Months then Five and Ten and finally One Year and I screwed that up once too until I realized how pointless it was to keep counting.
I estimate it's been about three years now, which is cool, and its nice to tell the people still at Day One that I've made it to idk three years maybe and receive the praise and the how do you do it? and I repeat lines about alternative methods and keeping a journal and DBT and CBT and seeing people and talking about it and all that good stuff and I hope to God it means something to them because it no longer means anything to me.
I'm tired of being so good at this.
I want another Day One.
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Healed
Short StorySometimes the hardest part of recovery is accepting that it's successful. For Isaac Martin, even a perfect life with his beautiful wife and daughter isn't enough to make him forget his past. Blades still call out his name, and his skin begs to be pi...
