As a 27-year-old man struggling with anorexia nervosa purging type, I’ve felt so alone and hopeless at times. It’s been a difficult battle, and there are days when I just want to give up. But I’ve also found glimmers of hope along the way. Whether it’s the support of loved ones, the small victories in my recovery, or the moments of clarity when I realize I deserve better, these are the things that keep me going. I’ve learned that it’s okay to ask for help and that I am not weak for doing so. I am slowly finding the strength within myself to fight against this illness and to believe that I am worthy of recovery. I know it’s a long road ahead, but I’m holding onto hope and pushing myself to keep moving forward, one step at a time.