Recovery is worth it.

When I was deeply depressed and in the deadly grips of my eating disorder, I was very - very - close to doing something that used to be unthinkable to me.

I almost got rid of all of my books.

I almost got rid of most of my Star Trek and Doctor Who related possessions.

I just didn’t care about it anymore. I didn’t care about anything.

I’m so glad I didn’t do it.

I’m so glad my hard work is paying off and kup ashau nash-veh Yel Halan va’ashiv.

I’m not fully recovered, but I am getting there and my life is visible to me again.