A Milestone

This is just a short one, but it's a big deal for me, and I wanted to share this. I don't know if I've got the exact date right, but I do know that it's close enough.
Today marks a year from the day I started recovery. It has been a year since I really started trying to fight my self-harm addiction. And that, to me, seems incredible.
When I look back to the dark place I was in a year and a half ago, I find it difficult to believe that I am here today. At that time, I was severely depressed, I was suicidal, I was self-harming every day, I went through episodes where I wouldn't eat and didn't care who knew what I was doing to my body. The first time I realised just how serious this was was terrifying. I'll spare you the details, but basically I was on a school trip in France and there were cliffs and I was thinking how jumping to my death may not be such a bad idea. I was barely 14.

Now I'm nearly 16 years old. Not fully recovered- it's an uphill battle, but it looks like I'm winning. I still get depressed from time to time, but I haven't caused my body any intentional harm for 6 months almost. That may not seem a big deal to some, but to me, it's a sign of how I managed to fight my demons and beat this mental illness, alone, for the most part.

I couldn't have done it without the support of my beautiful and perfect friends, even if they never knew about the darkness that threatened to consume me. They were there and they still are, and I will be forever grateful to them.