“You see, my day consisted of a horrible doctor’s appointment and a horrible therapy session. I was filled with hopelessness, and my suicidal thoughts were getting worse. When my anorexia is bad sometimes coffee is the only thing I can drink. But I was afraid to consume even coffee that day.

If I hadn’t encountered that cup, I could have done more damage to myself that night.

When I read that word, I couldn’t help but smile, literally.”