Grateful for my picking

My therapist recently helped me see my picking in a whole new light through the lens of harm reduction. There have been times in my life where picking was the only thing that kept me from slipping in that moment into the depths of psychological hell. Times when it kept me alive. I’m working on developing some better coping skills now, but that doesn’t mean I can’t hold compassion for soothing myself in the only way I knew how.