It’s been 82 days since I last cut, and it feels like I only stopped yesterday. Every morning I wake up and remind myself to stay strong - and I do. I never think about cutting, apart from Wednesday night when I thought about my “vow” to myself. And even then, I didn’t want to hurt myself. It felt amazing putting those blades away in my case. I don’t think I will throw away my razors, because when I see them they remind me of my recovery and how much i’ve gone though. Does that sound stupid? Who knows. I’ve been at a lost the last couple of days, since I’ve finished with swimming for the year. I need something new to take my time up with. I’ve also spent most the day eatting drunk food - no guilt whatsoever! My mum is worried i’ll become an alcoholic. She needs that i’m no longer her little girl and i’m ready to fly the nest, but i’ve also experinced the effects of an alcoholic rampage. And I wont turn into my father. Not ever.