This week, I reached 1000 days self harm free.
Six years ago if you had told me that I was going to even be alive today, I would have laughed and told you that you were crazy.
I would have told you that there was no way I could survive the hell I was walking through.
I don't know how to count the number of times I caused myself harm, or the number of bad days that I've had.
I am incapable of finding the words to explain just how difficult the past nine years have been.
I've walked through relapse after relapse, and felt like a failure after every single one.
I've struggled to find light in darkness, and fought with myself and others just to stay alive.
Through this struggle, I have experienced many things, and learned many lessons, possibly the most important one being this:
Progress is progress, no matter how small.
We all have something holding us back.
Holding us hostage, and keeping us from living life to the fullest.
For some of us, it's mental health related.
For others, it's an addiction, traumatic life event, or a person.
You are capable of recovering. You are capable of getting through this.
Whether today is day 1, or day 1000, you can do this.
Progress is progress.