Ten months ago I was in hospital.
Since then, I’ve found a job and held it. I’ve remade my relationship. I’ve worked through four months of psychological therapy and five of art therapy. I’ve spent six months free of self harm. I’ve appealed misdiagnosis and mistreatment. I’ve started back at uni, and sat exams and a series of reviews. I’ve been abroad. I’m living independently again now. I have a degree. I’ve had some wonderful people come into my life. There have been difficult days, but I’ve fought through enough of them to make it this far.
I’m not in hospital. I’m not in danger.
I’ve come a long way.