Tonight is the first night that I am spending at my flat, I have been at A’s house and my friends house and then at my parents. Tonight I am home and it feels so amazing, in bed writing with my candles lit and listening to music.
I honestly cannot believe where I am. The way my life has changed.
The person I am today and the person I was a year ago. How this past year has shaped my life in so many ways. The divorce and the bulimia and the depression. Having my whole life uprooted.
If I stop to think about it, if I really pause, tears come to my eyes. I am so incredibly lucky and fortunate.
Last year was the most difficult year of my life but I wouldn’t change a thing. All the pain and the heartache, I will never for one second wish that things were different.
I have grown so much. I am so proud of the woman I have become.
I don’t care if people judge the divorce, the eating disorder and the depression. I don’t care if I seem weak because i needed therapy, because I needed medication and I don’t care if someone says I should toughen up and get over the eating disorder.
I am so fucking proud of myself.
I am so fucking proud of my struggle!