Over It

I seem to be over picking. I just don't think about it so much. I don't feel like it, frankly. It's rare that I find myself doing it, and when I do, I'm typically extremely sleep-deprived. The rest of the time, I have plenty of other ways to keep myself distracted and to relax. I listen to music, dance, swim, write. I talk to friends and family.

I don't have a problem with how my skin looks. Yes, I have some scabs and plenty of scars. Right now, since it's cold, though, most of my skin is covered anyway, so it doesn't matter. I know that my skin will heal. It's working, it's doing its job. It's protecting me. It looks okay.

I'm really grateful to be in this place. It has been a very long and difficult journey to get here. So much has changed for me, and I'm not sure exactly what part of what's changed has affected this, my skin picking, but something did.

This may be my last post for awhile. I certainly hope so. I really hope that anyone who comes across this page and needs help, or some motivation, to try to stop picking too, believes that they can do it, as I did. Forget all those idiots who say that once you're a picker, you're always be a picker. That's nonsense. I am overcoming it; you can do it too. It may require your whole life to change, as mine did, but you can do it! No matter how many times you fail, persist.