Finally back! I know it's been forever since I posted an update, so sorry about that.

Anyway, the past week I've been at the riding school, helping out with the kids that come there for two days of riding lessons. It's sort of a day camp. Just being back helps me focus in a totally different way. I don't know why I get so nervous when it comes to wearing short sleeves for the first time. I mean, it's not like I have new cuts. It's been nearly two years since my last relapse. I think it has a bit to do with the fact that all these years, I have built up a sort of  psychological defense. As soon as there's been the slightest indication of finding me out, I've backed off.

I don't need that anymore. I may pull a white lie once in a while but my goal is to stand up for myself. To all recoverers: Your scars are your past, not your present!