I have a love-hate relationship with my scars.

I love them because they show how far I've come, they show that I am stronger now than I was then.

I hate them because they are a constant reminder of when I was ar my worse.

Sometimes I see them and I want to reopen them but I quickly push that thought away from my minds eye. I won't end up down that hole again I worked too hard to get where I am today.