It's Over

The moment I realized I had finally beat self harm.

So many times I have glanced at my arm and grimaced at the labyrinth of scars that covers it. But today, I was driving home after watching the sun rise over the coast, and something different happened when I performed my usual glance. I looked at the scars, and I smiled. I smiled in a more authentic way than I have in years. I smiled... because I know that I will never have to add to my collection of scars. I will never willingly hurt myself ever again. I've spent so long viewing those scars as little pieces of regret. But now... I see a constant reminder that I beat it. I beat that addiction. And I'm really proud of that.