I feel so worthless today. It always seems like when I'm doing something or sharing something I'm good at, the eating disorder grabs on even tighter and tells me I'm absolutely worthless. I'm not allowed to feel good, because then I might actually be able to recover. I'm not one for personifying the eating disorder or calling it a separate person, but this stupid mental illness really knows how to keep hold of its victims.

I just want a hug and someone to tell me I'll get through.