At the lowest points of my life,
Each day seemed like a year.
At night I could feel my body being "eaten up",
Yet during the day I would still run around.
When forced to gain some weight,
And face my emotional fears,
My days were very dark,
And the toughest I ever hope to experience.
After leaving the hospital,
I stayed depressed for many years.
I couldn't visualise a future,
And my progress seemed extremely slow.
But then I started to feel more "ups",
And these may soon out-weigh the downs.
I'm living with my breasts again,
And menstruating once a month.
I let the illness rob me,
Of three things I felt I didn't deserve.
It's been hard work to win these back,
My pride,
My dignity,
And my spirit.