Year 2019 is at an end and we're in a new decade.
Thinking about all that's happened during these 10 years is overwhelming.
Back then, I had severe bulimia, bad self-harming and was suicidal with crippling anxiety. I was bipolar, but undiagnosed so I had no medications.
But on August the 1st 2010, I moved into a grouphome and started my journey to a life with happiness instead of an empty existence. I am healed, confident, stronger and more stable than i have ever been.
I have gotten rid of people i mistook as friends, but also gained those that proved to be real ones ❤ I am really looking forward to not only beginning a new year, but also a completely fresh decade.
I love getting older because it means i'm still alive