Recently I relapsed after 16 months of being cut free. I am not proud of what I've done, but I have accepted it. Tonight I was betrayed by a close friend. I broke down crying, but I didn't self-harm. Tonight I realized that I am stronger than this addiction and this illness. I have been tiptoeing around everyone, trying not to hurt those around me, but in the process of trying not to break everyone else, I ended up breaking pieces of myself. Tonight I am picking up the pieces and putting myself back together. I am stronger than the pain that plagues me, and I am determined to be okay again.