Today is Day One Hundred of my paper chain project. One hundred days ago, I decided to recognize that I am better than my depression, stronger than my PTSD, greater than my rapist, more tenacious than my Asperger's, and more in control than the urge I have to cut myself. I began my own modified version of the paper chain project one hundred days ago, posting a colored sticky note on my closet door for every day I fought the urge, and a white one for any day I did not. Every day, I would write the day number, and a short phrase describing my day. I started the project the day after I had cut, and then my clean spree lasted twenty five days. Day twenty five was the last time I cut myself. I have made it seventy five days without cutting myself; my depression has been extremely up and down, it has sent me on a roller coaster. I've had amazing highs, and distressing lows, but I have made it through with the help of amazing friends and family. I am proud to say that I have made it to day One Hundred; I am Seventy Five days clean.