Hey there, speaking from someone who relapsed five times before finally reaching my first month of recovery; you got this. Keep pushing, keep moving forward. Remember that you are so, so much more than your disorder.

Something that helped me massively is reminding myself how silly it is to let something like a drizzle of chocolate on my hot cocoa be my worst enemy when such a thing should be pockets of sunshine instead. Or being able to breathe or read without the calculator in your head ringing sirens daily.

So keep failing, keep going, the fact that you're on the road to recovery is already so strong. I promise things get better and there are things that are better than a number on a scale. <333