Bloody weight fluctuations and birthday eating!
Today marks two years since I tried to take my own life.
Two full years. That’s time I would have never had if I succeeded. I’ve been doing a lot of thinking in the lead up to this day and I’ve decided that I am proud of how far I’ve come. Last year, when I sunk into the depths of Anorexia I thought that I was right back at square one.
I was wrong.
Almost 20kgs on and a lot of support later, I am happy and healthy and finally making use of the skills I’ve learnt over the past two years and working to accept the experiences I’ve had in the past.
I have an amazing best friend and boyfriend - people that I adore and couldn’t imagine my life without. I have jobs that I love (most of the time) and I’m tomorrow I start my first practical rotation as a student nurse.
I still have to fight every day to keep myself at this point, but I’ve come too damn far now to give up.
I will keep fighting, for myself, for those around me, and for those who need someone to fight for them.
This is my life, and I’m going to live it :)