This is recovery. The smiling faces in this picture are genuine, not forced, in the middle of a lovely, fun day out on a family walk.
There's no comparison between this and this time last year. In hospital, family worried to death. Becca was non existent, I was just a shell. Unable to enjoy my family's company and love because I was so preoccupied with anorexia's constant, destructive thoughts.
But that's all in the past now, I can look forward to so many more precious moments.
I'm still struggling, it's so difficult to blank out the spur of the moment thoughts and to scream back louder. But thankfully, these thoughts are clogging up less of my mind now and that leaves room for family, friends and much much more.
My volunteering at Oxfam is going so well! I'm now able to go on the till, which is very scary and has led to many awkward, flappy moments, but it's helping my confidence loads!
The future is looking brighter, the thought of actual paid work is becoming an option for me now, when just a couple of months ago I thought I wasn't worthy of pay. I feel like I'm really part of the team and I get a lot done for them and I almost always leave proud of myself.
Hoping everyone is okay and fighting strong. You are all such amazing, worthy fighters and I love you all so much 💕