Last month I decided that I was tired of feeling this way and that I need to fix my eating disorder and learn to deal with life during this pandemic. The “break up” is still really getting me down and honestly, I’m still crying a lot. I even made a fucking spreadsheet to keep track of how many times I cry throughout 2021.
This year has been one of the worst and hardest years of my life. I went through a lot of shit and my heart got torn apart twice. Looking back, I now think that it’s also the best year of my life. The fact that I decided to take a step back and found the strength to do what benefits me in the long-run makes me incredibly proud of myself.