My childhood memories are of me and my sisters visiting my mother at the mental hospitals every now and then. While kids made wishes of toys they wanted on their birthdays, my wish was always the same - for my mother to be well again.
I was diagnosed with Anorexia Nervosa nearly three years ago, after months and months of dedicating my life to losing weight.
Living is the greatest thing that ever happened to me. After losing five years of my life to that constant battle within me of whether to live or to die, I can finally choose to live.
There is always something relatable in a story, whether that is to the individual or the overall human experience. Stories, art, show us that we’re not alone.