Keep Fighting

I was a victim of child abuse. I am a rape survivor. I self-harmed. I had an eating disorder. I have tried to kill myself at least a dozen times.

I used to have a pro-ana/pro-mia blog, I was in and out of treatment centers for my eating disorder. For close to six years of my life I wanted to die. I’ve been there.

It’s still hard some days, and I can’t say I’m perfect. I still slip up. Occasionally I still take diet pills. After stopping for two years straight I cut myself again. I’ve fallen and gotten back up. 

The bottom line is, I KEPT FIGHTING. I started to believe in myself for the first time in my entire life. And I just want you to know there’s hope. It might not seem that way now, but it does.