July 2014 - January 2015: 6 months of progress
I’ve been suffering from an ED since childhood, but things got pretty bad recently. This summer, my BMI dipped to 15.3. I was an absolute mess: suicidal, perennially cold, tired, and achey, and terrified of gaining weight. I’d basically given up on myself.
Fast forward six months. While my mind is only beginning to heal, my body is so much healthier. Now that I’m nearly weight restored, I no longer feel like I’m about to faint all the time. My depression and anxiety have become more manageable. I can feel happy again, and I’m slowly but surely gaining hope.
Recovery is still scary for me—and I think it always will be—but it has been so worth it so far. I’ve come to realize, too, that no matter how far-gone you feel, recovery is possible. You just need to be brave and stick with it.
Perhaps this will be the only thing I will ever reblog on this account. My friend, Daisy/floragraph, is an incredibly strong person and I wanted to mention her incredibly brave journey with everyone. If you have the time, please say "Hi" to her or give her warm encouraging comments or submissions because I love her to bits and pieces and want nothing but the best for her, and for everyone else on the Internetz to do so too <3.