So I’m officially twenty-six. And it feels amazing. I am no longer the age when I suffered the worst bout of depression I’ve experienced thus far, let my bulimia get completely out of control, fell in love with the wrong person and had my heart smashed to pieces, lost my job, my friends, my way and all hope.
I turned twenty-six surrounded by wonderful, loving, patient people who in their own unique ways all saved my life this year. The work I have done to get better over the past few months has been hard, I won’t lie. Giving into recovery and facing every ugly detail of how you fell so far as you claw your way back up is terrifying, confronting and the best bloody thing I have ever done.
Kick and scream until you get the help you need. You may feel weak now, it may seem unfair that this thing chose you. But when you come out the other side you’ll be stronger than you could have imagined.
ALL MY LOVE to all of you. x M