I’m over a year clean and even though I’ve made it this far that doesn’t mean I don’t get the want, or need sometimes. But I’ve learned something, something that’s kept me from giving in or giving up. I am bigger, better, braver. I am bigger than the want to cut, I am better than how I may feel sometimes, and I am brave enough to talk about my problems. I am still here, I am still breathing, I am alive, so let me live.