It really is.
This picture was taken exactly three years ago in Israel. I remember feeling great about myself. Happy. Enjoying the moment. Not worrying or planning.
And this picture was taken in August of 2016 on our way back from a camp retreat. I couldn’t wait to get home to binge on laxatives. I ate far too much for what made me comfortable and just wanted to get home. I was anxious, nervous and focused on one thing and one thing only. You can’t tell by the smile on my face because I hid it well. That’s the problem with a mental illness. And it fucking sucks.
Look how different I am. In body and in mind.