I just now got around to posting it.
(tw self harm)
One year ago today I was sitting in the basement of my uni residence hall with my best friend, practicing a presentation about self harm that I was supposed to present at a conference. As I went through my powerpoint, talking about the risk factors and ways to prevent this behavior, my eyes filled with tears. "How can I tell everyone not to do these things when I don't see anything wrong with it when it's me?"
He didn't understand. Kept asking me what I meant. Then he became serious and said, "Cailin, what did you do."
It was more of a statement than a question. I had self-harmed that day. And the day before. At this time in my life I couldn't remember the last time I hadn't.
He stood up and came over to me, and held me. I showed him what I'd done and he was upset, and stern, and confused. But the way he reacted told me two things: that he cared deeply about me, and that self harm wasn't as normal for me as I had made it out to be in my head.
I promised him, and myself, that I wouldn't do it again. I told myself that this would be the time I'd make it to one year free of self harm. And it was so hard. I made it through an abusive relationship and the subsequent breakup without self harming. I made it through many days of deep depression and failures without self harming. Some days, the only thing that kept me from doing it was knowing that I'd have to tell my best friend that I'd hurt myself again, and knowing that that would hurt him. But this 28th of February marks one year since I've self harmed. I made it. One whole year.
And you know what? The 28th marked my 1 year anniversary of no self harm, and the 29th I started training for a job at an ice cream shop that makes their ice cream out of local ingredients, which is something fun I've wanted to try. This April, I'll find out if I get to go to France to teach English. I'm no longer in an abusive relationship, and I'm starting to figure out who I am as an individual rather than one half of a couple. I'm doing things that make me happy. I'm dyeing my hair with kool-aid and tasting new wines. I'm
living instead of just surviving.
And yes, I have my bad days. I have some horrible days here and there. But things are generally looking up, and I'm just very proud of myself.