After 403 days, 5 hours, and 34 minutes without self-harm, I relapsed. I used a push pin. There was no blood—just a mark. Just a moment. I tried to hold back, but I couldn’t. I’m not proud of it, and I’m not asking for pity. I just want to be honest. I promised @RO-32-yayayaayaay that I wouldn’t do this again. I promised you, and I broke that promise. I’m sorry. But I’m still here. I didn’t let it spiral. I tracked it. I reached out. I’m trying to start again. If you’re struggling too, I see you. You’re not alone. Recovery isn’t perfect. It’s messy and painful and sometimes it feels like you’re failing even when you’re doing your best. But you’re still here. And that matters.

Thanks for sticking with me. I hope you’ll keep doing that.