A dual-"anniversary", of sorts:

One month as a Christian, and six months without having injured the body. Perhaps this will be a fine year, after all. We have little more than shitty luck for the last few years, and it seems things are beginning to look upward again. This is not to say that we still do not get urges to cut once in awhile, and it certainly does not mean that my life as a new Christian has been perfect since. I still have struggles...that shocked me, actually. I supposed that after receiving Christ it would act as sort of a forcefield, if you will...something to keep out all harmful or negative experiences and thoughts.

Alas, is it is not to be. They say that Satan rules the earth, and God bides his time until Armageddon. Until, I must suffer as God sees fit. At very least, I have a ray of hope now, instead of that Halo of the Spiral.