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.