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.