The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

by Robert Frost

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Dear Becky, From one self-mulitator to another, it will get better with time. Making new scars only lets your depression and emotions win. Yes, it releaves pressure but when you come back into realiy and see the scars that you have given to yourself for a moment of release you have a lifetime of reminders. Please be good to yourself. Time will be your best friend if you let it. You are a survivor of the depression you are only a victim if you continue to hurt yourself. Best of luck and God Bless.