Epiphany

I finally believe that I am worth it and worth living. I have slowly been killing myself with food for 15 years and have gone through every stage of depression, self loathing, pure hatred for myself and have come to a realization over the last year with my therapist that I am a good person entitled to a great life regardless of what others think. I don't need to please anyone but myself. I am doing this because I want to, not out of a feeling of obligation to anyone but me. I deserve a better life and no one will help me but myself. That's the truth and it hurts to write it because it makes me realize just how much life I have wasted, but it also makes me happy that I am doing something to make what's left the best it can be.