It’s so hard to let go of something that was literally a part of you. Seeing the scars day after day, reminding you of how your life was ruined. I’m determined to move one, but not a day goes by that I don’t think about injuring. The last time I injured was a month ago today. The urges are so strong. I hate staying awake every night battling the urges. Will the urges EVER go away?