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Everyone has a story. A journey that may take a different path to others.

The comparison sometimes is hard to accept.

The decisions and choices and details. Sometimes where your body and mind are in two different places.

You may want something. You might crave it in your mind.

But your body just isn’t ready or prepared for the change. The pressure. The level of focus.

Dreams can be misinterpreted. They can become fairytale-like. Magical , with a happy ever after.

Reality?

The journey is far from perfect.

I set out in my teen years wanting to become an author. Writing was my passion from a young age and my imagination was wild.

High school years i had an interest in working with learning disabilities in children and young people, and so went on to go to college to study child care.

Becoming unwell in my later teens and early 20’s, i was stuck in a cycle of hospital admissions. In and out numerous times.

Peer support worker roles, given my lived experience of mental health, just seems to fit for me right now.

I don’t feel i am currently experiencing symptoms of depression and while my anxiety comes and goes, there are no intrustive thoughts rattling around my brain. My eating disorder doesn’t affect me anymore either.

And although nothing is perfect in this world, I feel very lucky to be alive!

There was a period of over 13 years I actively tried to stop my life from existing.

My friends, that was a part of my story, and now I get to write the rest! My book is not closed. I think i just needed to get through that chapter and move forwards to see what would come next.

Ready or not… HERE I COME!

“What is it that you are scared of the most?”

It had been a hard day. Rhiannon had arrived into her therapy session with about 3 minutes before it was due to start. Not feeling herself, she was hoping that she would gain something positive from talking to her key worker, but felt hesitant on what to say.

The sessions were often started slowly, until the nervousness and anxiety Rhiannon felt in the room at the start, came down. Not wanting to ‘say the wrong thing’ was always at the front of Rhiannon’s mind when feeling a bit lower in mood. Worrying others was a fear, I guess.

Thoughts were circling her head.

“Do I tell her that I’m struggling?”

“Do I say anything?”

Her lips started to form the beginning of words, before pausing and giving herself permission to speak about what was going on internally.

“I guess I feel like I’m drowning.”

This was the only sentence that Rhiannon had managed all day.

“That sounds scary. Do you want to tell me a little bit more about this feeling of drowning? Where do you feel it in you body?”

Again, Rhiannon paused and thought before responding with, “My chest feels heavy with every breath. Its hard to stay afloat. I feel like I’m being pulled under water.” The tears welled up in her eyes.

Deep breaths, Rhi.

You’ve got this!

Very gradually through individual moments of the therapy session Rhiannon felt lighter. Like an elephant had released its weight off her chest. It wasn’t sudden. But it was noticeable and relieving.

The atmosphere lightened as the session was finishing.

“I don’t know what drowning feels like for you, but I want you to know I’m here to support you until you learn to swim again. We can do it together, how does that sound?”

And so, Rhiannon and her therapist worked on staying above the water. There were moments that Rhiannon needed less support and as her confidnece and independance grew she started to swim.

Although the shore seemed miles away, and still unreachable on her own, progress was made and she was further along than she realised.

Disconnecting from the voices in her head, Rhiannon felt hopeful. And it wasn’t a short term relief. She continued to swim with reduced support.

The shore was in view and changes were being made to the encouragement and validation that was needed from others.

Kicking her feet and moving forward, she found her rhythm.

She continued swimming…

And before long the sand was beneath her feet. Standing tall, one foot in front of the other. A step at a time.

Looking back, only to see how far she had already come.

I can understand,

I understand you are scared.

I understand your frustration.

The lies your head tells you.

The truth being impossible to admit to those you love the most.

The worry of never getting ‘better’.

The feeling of never being ‘good enough’.

Feeling less than everyone else.

Worthless.

A lost cause.

A burden and a problem.

But, what if I tell you I got through even single one of them feelings and thoughts?

What if you can do the same?

What if hopelessness can turn into hopefulness?

What if trying to please everyone else leads you to finding who you are, truly?

I believe you can move forwards… create a life worth living!

No one can magic up the perfect life.

It doesn’t exist.

But you can appreciate what you have, learn to be grateful for the little moments.

Nothing lasts forever.

Hold on tight and keep moving forwards.

I understand… I do.

Don’t underestimate your own knowledge and experience.

How did we get here, Rhi?

How do we keep going?

Determination?

Goals and milestones?

The motivation of seeing something different come from each day that we choose recovery?

Sometimes it doesn’t feel like we’ve got through much.

Other days we look back at the mountain we have climbed, and see the view.

The things we’ve overcome.

The rocky days.

The days we have slipped and fell.

The 2 steps forward, 3 steps back.

Goals can be helpful. Milestones are celebrations.

But life is so much more than looking backwards and still critisizing ourselves for the moments that didn’t go to plan.

The milestones we feel we lost because of urges or relapses.

Life is so much more!

It has been a long journey.

But honestly? I’m ready to let go of the goals that are based on avoiding relapse.

I feel we are ready to LIVE! To not just survive for the next goal post.

We have so much more energy than we used to, head space to think about the future that isn’t dedicated to counting and measuring and never really feeling sarisfied because after one recovery milestone, theres another that comes.

It just isn’t maintainable.

So this is our journey, and it will include becoming a nurse, writing and publishing  a book and reaching a place were recovery doesn’t have to be thought about. Where it can just happen and not feel attached to thoughts of the past.

Our journey is only just beginning, my friend!

Today, and for the last 188 days, I have experienced something different than before. I have reflected on what has changed. The only word I can find to describe the 189 days that have made up my recovery journey so far is perserverance.

The definition of perserverance in terms of recovery is, “In mental health, perseverance is the capacity to maintain motivation and resilience toward personal or recovery goals despite setbacks.”

I haven’t been good every day. They has been crises, risk incidents and tears. It hasn’t been straightforward.

I have got myself this far…. Im not ever throwing that away!

I have had days that I lacked motivation yet i stayed in recovery and moved forwards, bouncing back to my happier self quicker each time.

And for that….. I’m PROUD!

I’m proud of you!

Whatever the voice in your head is telling you, that is a lie! Because you’ve made it through hard days before, no matter how difficult or impossible it feels, I want you to know that I am proud of you.

When you dismiss the essential everyday tasks that seem to build up for weeks at a time, tackling a small amount of them all, you can agree or disagree but I am proud of you.

When giving up feels like the only way through, when you actually decline the option of pushing through, the journey is made longer, and the trials and obstacles in your way won’t get any easier. They may actually get more difficult. Despite having thoughts to choose relapse instead of recovery, I am proud of you and all you’ve achieved up until this point.

Getting to the point where you are deciding how to respond to the screams in your head, it means you are weighing up the pros and cons of listening to your thoughts. And for that, I am proud of you.

You never thought you would get to 6 months in recovery. It has taken so much dedication and consistency. You have achieved it, no one else has done it for you. I’m grateful that you’ve got this far! I am proud of you.

Fighting through each day, seeing every day in recovery add up to form positive memories, achievements and ongoing long-term goals, is super special. I am so proud of you.

Before the moment comes again to try to capture you from having good days and progressing any further, you need to know one thing…

You are stronger!

And I am proud of you!

Who do you see?

A young girl, defeated and broken?

A teenager who doesn’t trust that her next choice won’t be to cause herself harm and pain?

A child who is grieving and blaming herself for natural life processes?

Or…. do you see strength?

Do you see someone who is focussed?

Someone who has the ability to prove to herself that she is capably? To surprise others with her determination?

Because there was a time I was that terrified, grieving, broken little girl.

She existed in a world that she thought she didn’t want to be part of and made the choices to attempt to end the story she was given.

She wanted it to stop.

Time didn’t stop for her.

She kept going.

She keeps going.

Always.

❤️

Rhi,
You’re doing well. You’re able to say that, right now. There’s no need to feel shame for doing well.

Continuing, even in the moments when you feel like drowning. Even on the days that feel too hard to keep afloat. The shore will get closer. The storm will calm and you will make it.

It won’t happen overnight. It may take a while. But push through the harder days, and things will ease with time.

There is no benefit to giving up when progress is slow. Progress is progress. No matter what.

Life isn’t made to be easy or perfect. There will be mistakes. There will be trials. There will be tough decisions—maybe decisions that seem unfair; unnecessary even.

Better days are ahead! I promise these obstacles won’t be here forever.

A moment at a time. Step by step. Baby steps if thats what is needed.

Forwards. Keep moving forwards.

Love,
Wise mind

You know, you have to choose, in every moment, what your next move will be.

Whether it comes as a conscious decision or one that is more or less automatic, there are always options, both negative and positive.

Some may move you towards a goal. Others hold you back from making progress.

Life can give us reasons to pursue our dreams, while on other days it feels heavy and simply too hard.

You are stronger than that urge to quit! It won’t get rid of the weight of worries, sadness or anxiety. It will more likely add to the load.

You are stronger than the voice telling you that you have no purpose, that you add to other people’s problems….that your life isn’t worth living.

My friend – please trust me.

YOU ARE STRONGER!

Youve paused to read this message. You have made that choice and its a more positive one. You have taken the timd to reconsider the risk behaviour that was going to put you closer to a relapse. 

YOU ARE STRONGER!

Repeat that!

I AM STRONGER!

This is your time to believe it!

Preventing suicide. Its a hard topic. One that doesn’t present the same from person to person. It is a living nightmare to lose an individual to suicide. It leaves questions. Leaves family and friends wondering. So many misunderstood challenges and struggles that could be signs of thoughts that life doesn’t feel worth living. Recovery is a very very hard road to navigate. Suicide is seen as a way to stop internal pain. But it passes the pain on. It is so hard to see young people with no hope and having already given up. No protective factors. Nothing worth staying for. Risk behaviours can be impulsive as well as intentional. Deeming someone as ‘safe’ needs to be done in confidence with the least amount of risk or intent to act on risk behaviours. Suicide takes too many lives. I have been close to being part of the statistic of those who take their own life as a permanent solution to a temporary problem. It isn’t easy to get through suicidal thoughts. But in my personal experience i know it’s possible to create a life worth living after feeling worthless and without hope. Community services can support young people. They can’t ‘fix’ patients. Their support is so important. In order to get through suicidal ideation, consistency and identifying personal challenges and negative emotions, in order to respond and manage crisis and relapses, alongside honesty and sufficient support being put in place as a safety net, can save someome from a decision that stops them from seeing any good in their life. Living through multiple attempts myself, I would never wish that feeling on anyone. I am not cured. I am not fully ‘fixed’ or ‘mended’. But recovery is a journey. It will always have ups and downs. And through my setbacks i have gained the knowledge of what has supported me, which could save another persons life as well. No two individuals are the same. Differences in treatment, responses to difficulties and reactions to change. I know it is hard. Sometimes it feels too hard. But it can get better. You have to choose recovery. It doesn’t come without wanting it. And it doesn’t solve problems.

You are stronger than you believe and loved beyond words.

Keep fighting!

Rhi x

I want you to know that I am sorry. Sorry for leading you towards a path that was full of pain.

You didn’t deserve that at all. You continued on a road that was destructive. I guess you followed the instructions of a voice that you knew was lying. It said you’d be safe. You had your doubts but ignored them.

I’m sorry.

Something didn’t feel right. Hospital admissions, self harm, suicide attempts. Everything that was screaming that you needed some sort of help. But resistance to treatment had won too many times. Choice had to be taken away. Options were becoming limited. You were stuck.

Steps forward became nearly impossible and support systems began to put measures in place that were restrictive to keep you safe.

Where do we go from here?

Forwards.

That is the decision we needed to make, albeit hard. Was every day perfect from that moment? No. Did we perservere? Absolutely! Things aren’t perfect. I don’t hold hope that they will ever be without doubts and challenges.

Understand that the choices that you made as a 13 year old, have shaped the future you’ve yet to experience. Lived experience and personal growth are what will carry you through your dream of working within mental health. Supporting children and young people with the same diagnoses as you have had in the past; that is a superpower. And although there will be differences in circumstances from patient to patient, you will empathise on a level that comes from a personal standpoint. Direct, with a positive mindset that you’ve been there and got through it. Living proof that recovery is possible and worth it, without dampening down the daily struggles that come with it.

I guess you’ve got a lot to give to others through your past.

So again, I’m sorry that the bad days had to happen to the severity that they did. I’m sorry that I didnt notice sooner or respond differently. But I am thankful for the lessons learned and the perspective I now have to be able to reduce others with the same challenges.

Keep being you!

Lots of love,
Rhi x

My therapist used a word in my session today that has described what I’ve longed to feel for far too long…

STABLE!

Now, with my mental health, have come periods of low mood, intrusive thoughts and impulsive behaviours which have all landed me in hospital in the past to keep me safe.

I think I’ve associated the hospital with safety even though I had been admitted during relapses.

But today, ‘stable’ was used to sum up my mental state. The decisions to keep going. The reduced to nearly non-exsistant harmful urges.

With my Borderline Personality Disorder I find that i rely on others to notice progress for it to feel validated and more real to me. So when stability was the one-word description, i truly felt seen and heard in a way ive never been in the community before.

Surrounded by nurses and doctors, progress each day is monitored and almist rewarded with leave and increases of independance when moving towards discharge. I’m making huge steps forwards and today it got recognised. It may have always been there. But sometimes people are careful not to say it too soon.

Mental health stability – ‘where an individual can effectively manage stress, maintain consistent moods, and navigate life’s challenges. It involves controlling thoughts and behaviors, fostering resilience, and maintaining healthy relationships, rather than just the absence of mental illness.’

I’m managing on a daily basis. That’s not simple or easy. But i really do think that my recovery jounrey can only get better from here.

We so often use the word, ‘just’ and ‘only’, when we say we achieve something but make it feel smaller than it is.

“It was just 2 exams I passed.”

“It’s only once I completed it.”

Thats not the point!!!

You COMPLETED 2 EXAMS! That’s not nothing. That’s maybe 2 exams you didn’t think you could sit through, never mind completed, never mind passed.

Give yourself the credit for all the hard work you make on a daily basis.

There were days you didn’t want to survive, but yet here you are despite it all.

Showing up, improving, and being present.

There isn’t anyone else who has done that for you.

It’s all been YOU!

Be proud of yourself!

Your future self will thank you for staying when it’s been tough.

Creating a life worth living isn’t easy when your head screams that you aren’t good enough for this world.

This is a little message to anyone who is having the thought that they aren’t worthy or strong enough for this life because I beg to differ!

To anyone who feels stuck,
To the person who sees groups of girls their age going out partying without a care in the world (or so it seems!) while you are sitting stressing over academic grades.

Friend, you are not doing life wrong. You are not too much and you ARE good enough.

This life can take many twists and turns, landing us in places that feel impossible to manage and maintain. Giving up feels like the easiest route out, when instead, it creates turmoil and many more obstacles.

There are no options to skip this stage of life. It’s part of the process. It’s a journey as hard as it is.

Coming to terms with change, understanding the new routine that each brings and seeing each day through with the little strength that remains shows so much resilience and control. Not control in a powerful way but the type that continues, even when tears come. The kind when you don’t even know how you stayed and survived another hour, yet here you are!

I see you.
You are not alone.
I’m here.

You compare every inch of your being to others who lead very different lives. Longing to be different from who you are in this moment but to fit in with those around you. Moving away from that thought feels huge. Too big. Too much. Like you tell yourself you are.

You feel you take up too much space. Too much of others’ time.

The lives and routines of others may look perfect from the outside. It may seem like they have the best friends, while achieving A* grades no matter what.

Have you ever thought what actually might be holding them together?

They may be crumbling internally. Just as you feel you are. You may have the view that they have the world at their fingertips. But don’t be fooled! From the outside things are calm and happy and stable. Inside, a mum and dad are going through a divorce, alcohol misuse and a lot of unknown from day to day.

Maybe when we look back at our childhood, we see family, we feel loved and a genuine sense of belonging.

What has changed?

You’ve grown up. You’ve moved on and you’ve become your own person. Feeling how you feel is valid because it’s how you are experiencing this world. It’s difficult. It’s far from easy. But it doesn’t have to feel impossible! It can be taken day by day. Moment by moment sometimes. But it can get better. It can feel good. It can become comfortable to take another step forward. You can get to a point where you feel ready.

Don’t wait until others are making the same decisions that are waiting for you.

Celebrate every little step. No matter how small or unimportant. Every step forward is a step closer to achieving what you thought you wouldn’t survive.

Happy 8 weeks self harm free!

My dream is to prove recovery is possible,
My goal in life is to show recovery is worth it,
My ambition is to help others who feel alone in their struggles, like i felt, to feel surrounded by loved, supported and  listened to.

These examples have made me reflect on the individuals who give up when uncomfortable feelings arise,
For those who dont think life can be experienced while they are part of it,
For those who truly believe they are not worth help.

There are people who take their own lives,
People who don’t survive eating disorders,
People who cause themselves harm to block out uncomfortable emotions,

There are people who dont get to experience living!
Some people dont get to be proof that it gets better.

For some its too late,
Theyre in too deep.
The water rising until theres no air left.

That makes me think…

I have survived an eating disorder,
Ive made it through suicide attempts,
I survived almost drowning in my own head.

Why should i take my life for granted?
I could have been someone who left my family bereaved by suicide.

How can i honour the life i might not have had, hadnt i been intensely supported?

Suicide, eating disorders, mental health – they dont ever pause or feel enough.

You have to throw yourself in to recovery. When you wait for the right time you will never feel ready or prepared enough.

The right time to start recovery doesnt exist.

Do you want to try finding another excuse to say “maybe tomorrow”?
Because there is the chance we wont be here to see it; tomorrow isnt promised.

Start today!

After the storm the world will continue to turn,

It won’t stop to let you catch up,

It might even feel like the storm has caused things to forget about your presence,

After the storm, you will wipe away your tears because, although the rain and thunder have calmed, the storm within your mind is still raging and crashing, and your emotions haven’t changed quite yet.

After the storm, the sun will attempt to show behind the grey clouds,

The rain wont disappear.

But while the sun is peeking through, and the raindrops come with less force and impact, the sky will brighten with colours in a rainbow.

After the storm, when the worse of it has passed, you’ll know youve got through the hard bit.

The part that you thought was going to take your life and drown you.

The rainbow represents hope and new beginnings.

The colour will glisten brighter than you could have expected given everything felt so dark, dull and grey.

But theres always hope.

Theres always a time to come after the storm.

When I started tracking my recovery 4 months ago I didn’t think I would make it this far and see the progress that I have.

I didn’t expect to have moved past behaviours, made changes to my routine or to create a safe and stable structure each week while balancing my study deadlines and therapy appointments.

When i began this journey I thought I wouldn’t see the positives so soon. I guess I was hoping for some sort of outcome that felt, at the time, pretty impossible. It seemed only a figment of my imagination. All I’ve really known it afew weeks of stable mood and then into another relapse or crisis period.

To think that I have written in my journal each evening for a solid 4 months, can see progress not only in what I’ve written but how I feel within myself when I look back on darker days, I am very proud. I don’t see a girl swallowed up by the fear of letting people down. I don’t view myself as irritable or emotional anymore.

I can now allow myself to reflect on moments I can choose to manage in a dofferent way than I would have in the past.

Although I can’t erase my bad days from the past, and i can’t prefuct how I’ll react or cope in the future, the things that I do right in this moment are what will determine what direction my recovery goes.

Here and now.

Upon reflection, these 4 months have taught me to stay determined, to make positive daily habits that will stick and to value the support offered when things feel abit harder.

Life won’t suddently be perfect. And I think thats what I have aimed for for a while now. It just isn’t possible or achievable to have no doubts or fears or worries.

Things can be good. They can be great sometimes. So allowing myself to be realistic has helped. Dampening down emotions isn’t beneficial. But realising that there’s been a positive mindset shift over time….. thats been and will continue to be an important step for my overall health and wellbeing.

The thing I’ve learnt about pain is everyone has a personal and individual experience.

Currently I’d describe how I feel as ‘hurting’.

It isn’t physical pain, yet there are physical components in my life that are being affected.

My pain comes from loss.

Loss of knowing who I am,

Of who my people are,

Of fitting in.

I’m hurting.

But it’s not in a way thats visible.

It’s a different kind,

It’s hard to express in words.

Mayne you wouldn’t know just by looking at me.

My life right now feels like it has been torn into millions of pieces that I am trying to put together.

But there is a piece missing, so I guess I feel empty and out of place in a way. Even if I complete the puzzle and everything comes together there’s going to be something missing.

It’s not going to be perfect.

I didn’t know life was the best I was going to have, until someone very important to me was taken away.

I’m hurting.

But this feeling will pass.

I’ll learn to live again.

I have to continue.

I’ll never forget and may never feel complete but life will go on.

And I will learn to remember the smiles, laughs and happiness.

I’ll never forget.

That piece of my life is too important to forget.

Love,

Rhi

Xxx

Do what is nessecary,

Nothing massive or out of the every day routine, just what cannot be made optional,

Leaving the house, medication, interaction and remaining safe,

Take each step with the intent to carry on, the first step will begin the journey that may feel uphill,

Don’t look behind you- the past can’t be un-done, but your future will mean there are choices to make and opportunities,

Do the essentials of the day and whatever happens after that is a bonus I guess,

Understand the difference in wanting and needing:

Wanting something can mean plans, sacrifices and change,

The nessecary steps line up the ultimate intention to succeed with only what you have the energy and strength for, mentally and physically,

Because we can do what’s needed and the rest will follow as it happens. No expectations but acknowledging the steps taken are steps you could have taken backwards,

But we go forwards,

Steady and slow.

Keep doing what is nessecary, my friend.

Not without risk,

Not without mental pain,

But 2026 is going to be ny year.

I entered the year with trials that consumed me.

We’re in the last week of February and I’m 1 full month risk free, over 10 months in recovery and studying an access to university course.

I’m recovered from an Eating Disorder that nearly ended my life.

THIS WILL BE MY YEAR!

BRING IT ON!

This week starts of something that could have taken my life,

Yet here I am to tell my story.

12 years ago I developed an eating disorder and although 2026 is the first year I can say I have been fully recovered theres been lots of ups and downs throughout my journey.

I have worked super hard.

Relapses came alongside recovery- but look at me now!

Worth the fight!

And I’m proud of how far I’ve come with plenty more celebrations and milestones to come!

The voices in my head go around and around,

Repeating insults and judgements about my actions,

Making me doubt my worth in this life,

Am I good enough?

Have I convinced myself that I actually matter?

Who am I kidding?!

How could anyone love me?

But then there is a whisper…

Among the screams of negative rumours circling my brain – there is a childs voice;

Young and innocent,

It sounds calm and free,

I try and make out their words,

As I tune in to the childs’ voice the screams lower their volume, almost like they are losing their power to speak,

“You know what you need to do, Rhi. You can choose. I’m still here and I’m so proud of you for staying.”

They were the words I needed.

I’m staying.

Without realising, the negative voices were gone. I guess they lost interest in shouting lies at me.

My inner child’s voice was stronger and that’s all I needed.

I’m recovering for little Rhi.

She deserves to live a life of freedom.

I have nearly lost the life inside my body on multiple occasions, yet I feel I’m waiting for the next sign of life beaming like the sun rises and the clouds separate to reveal the brightness.

I can only imagine my smile beaming like that strong glow.

The day will come.

Until then, I’ll deal with the fog. The unknown. The moments that, although I can’t choose to replay over and over for the sake of my own happiness, may be the moments that I can look back on with a heart full of joy and reflect on the journey since.

Perhaps happiness is in the moments that can be looked upon and a genuine feeling of accomplishment felt that make the lifeless, hopeless, burdening days worth it.

My Eating Disorder crept in, slowly then pounced and snatched me from my safe place.

I never knew who was behind the voice but it seemed gentle and convincing when it spoke. Pronouncing every letter in each word as if it were a witch’s spell.

The voice would pull me towards it, closer and closer without revealing too much of its identity.

I felt like a puppet on strings with each instruction being obeyed.

It was as if it knew if I was going to rebel in any way.
My eating disorder took me from my family and friends. I stood in the kitchen, rage overflowing my head. I would soon blow in front of my mum as she gave me my dinner plate stacked with food.

“Why am I like this?”
As if I was asking my brain to reply to my question.
Why do I have to cause such brokenness?
Why do I feel like such a failure?

I didn’t understand the words eating disorder at the time, but I soon would realise that anorexia would have a hold on me for over 10 years. It would strip me to my bones and deny me of making any choices.

The year 2026.

Maybe not the year everything will turn perfect given there’s no such thing. Ok, change will take place. It will be a process, a long tiring journey. But every journey has a starting point and an ending point. A final destination. A place you want to reach towards and achieve.
I’m no longer on my journey. I’ve reached the point I wanted to get to, maybe even without realising it.

The voice has no power in my life anymore. It lost its fight, and I won the war.
Because when you want something bad enough, you can actually scare yourself into fighting harder, until it gets easier.

You can’t allow it time or space. It’ll take advantage of both, while getting cosy and lying in place, waiting for the next opportunity to ruin. The dismissal, the endless instructions with no leeway.

Im Rhiannon. I’m 25 and I’m fully recovered from anorexia.

I never thought I’d say those words. I thought the battle was a lifelong one.

Stay strong!
Keep your head up, queens!
And reach your final recovery destination.