Now, when I look back at everything that happened, I realized I'm a more empathetic person.
I think I am a lot more mindful of my actions than I was before.
Sharing my story has given me a purpose in this world.
I'm continuing to learn all the time. It’s a journey of healing and I’m glad I am on it.
I was in the midst of an eating disorder, and no one seemed to be able to see a thing.
I have accepted my mental illness does not define me.
I can finally say I’m happy to be here.
I’m much stronger than my mind tries to trick me into believing.
I’ve learned to love myself unconditionally.