Walking out of any disorder/depression is like exiting a pitch black tunnel. The light will burn, you will squint and turn away in discomfort, but once your eyes adjust you can look for a new path -- a solid route meant only for you; I believe that you, dear reader, will someday find that.

At the time of writing this, I wasn't healthy or ready to share my story, but I craved the idea that I might someday be able to help others through it. Getting to a place that healthy felt both impossible and exacting. Now I look back, in such a better mind-space, and it is beautiful to see.

So are you, dear reader.
Beautiful.
Regardless of where you are at in your own story, you are beautiful, and there is hope.

Self-worth is not defined by how you feel about yourself, it is simply who and what you are.