self-harm recovery, seven years later: some thoughts

For the sake of clarity, I'm currently 25. Began self-harming when I was 11, and "stopped" when I was around 18, at least when it came to the act of cutting.

And ever since getting clean, not a day goes by where I don't think about it. When I'm preparing a meal, when I'm opening a package, when I'm sharpening a pencil, its always there. Those urges are still very much alive and well, the only difference being that I have the ability to control them now, I guess. It's just a real sobering feeling, knowing that the cravings don't necessarily cease to exist just because there's no longer any physical harm being done, and that recovery is kind of a lifelong battle, no matter what the vice.

Just a thought I've been having recently that maybe others will either relate to or find some sort of comfort in. I wish you all the best.