I think it's really over. The, urges, the need, the undeniable compulsion to tear off each and every raised, odd, tiny, "imperfect" anything from my skin. Im not saying Im free of it all... but all that I just described, for the most part, is done. And now, Im left with this body of spots. It makes me sick. But Im working for a better me. I stopped taking my anti-depressants and even birth- control. Clean. Cold-Turkey. And it seems like I know I can stop. For the most part, I have. Im working on healing the disgusting mess I left behind. God I can't believe I even did this to myself. Almost 2 years. Im applying Bio-oil twice a day, which I highly reccomend. It nourishes and replenishes you're skin as well as fades and evens out scars and skintones.I'm also trying to get sun because all my scars are so dark and my skin is so light, so that will help to even things out. Fuck im so mad but at the same time just relieved. The prozac must have just given me that push to pick. It helped with other things but created this monster on the other side. Anyway, I know everyone is different, but I just wanted to share this with you guys. Thanks for being here for me to read over when I neeeded it.