Hey. I'm not sure what to say, really. I had no idea that this blog was still up. It's been years. I won't be continuing to post here consistently. But I felt like i wanted to close the chapter on this blog. It's 2026, I'm 24 years old.
I am living with Long-covid and chronic fatigue. I cannot exercise anymore and I do not look the way I used to. But I believe that my weight is like, the least interesting thing about me. Truly.
I got married in 2024.
I live independently with my wife.
I don't think about food in any unhealthy way anymore. A lot of my thoughts from this blog, frankly, shock me today. I never thought i would be so healed as to look back and see someone else in these posts, but I am truly not her anymore.
I am still under mental health services, but I have never had another admission to a unit. It's been many years since admission was even considered an option for me. I have PTSD after what i went through during admissions.
I just got the letter that I don't qualify for DBT group therapy. I am simply put, "doing too well".
And i want to throw a fucking party about it.
I am no longer possessed by eating disorders.
I am learning who I truly am.
I want to start a family.
I want to travel.
Please know it does get better. It does suck and it does get better. Nothing is permanent. All suffering and all joy is transient. It is possible to be in a place of balance, and to learn to thrive amongst the chaos-feelings of everyday life
I don't miss who I used to be. I feel really sad for her. And excited that I get to be where I am today. Because many of the people who walked this path alongside me didn't get to continue. And I think of them everyday.
All the best. See you. Anwen.
















