**Trigger warning- selfharm/cutting/blood**
Last night I had my pile of usb sticks and sorted through to see which ones were empty, what was on the others and what could be deleted.
I found one that was from nearly 5/6 years ago. there was photos of my cats, the guy I had a crush on back then, my friends band, random stuff of mine and a photo of some cuts and blood.
My thoughts of this photo which is the only photo that I still have of that time in my life ran quit a gambit of different emotions.
the cuts were some of my shallower ones, the ones i would start with to ease myself in to bigger deeper cuts.
But the photo also inspired and reminded me of why I no longer cut, what I have over come and why these scars remind me to carry on.
I’m over 2 years clean now and I am aiming to make 5 years then 10. This reminds me why.
