Today, after mowing the lawn I was hot, exhausted, and planning on going inside and cutting. Then it started raining--pouring. I went to the front yard and took off my sweatshirt (covering the scars) and just sat in the middle of the sidewalk. I let my bare arms show and allowed myself to get soaking wet. The world was free to see my scars but I didn't care in the least.
It was the most relief I had felt in a really long time, and I didn't cut afterwords.
I know this was a really stupid post but I just needed to share because I have no one else to tell.
So I guess I've found a new coping mechanism (when it's raining atleast
) 
A bit lost...
