I spent my 17th birthday on the ward of an eating disorders hospital.
Fast forward 7 months to now, I have hope.
Writing on the ward of the very same eating disorders hospital where I spent my 17th birthday,
I have been brought back to life.
The long days have given way to days filled with happiness, and excitement for the future.
Between these hospital walls, life was chosen for me,
but now I choose life for myself.
Every single day I wake up and I commit myself to recovery.
Thanks to this hospital, I am alive.
I am free.
And I can finally see the beauty in life.