~~What I've done so far with my life~~

Wow,
I started this blog over a year ago and only now do I really have anything to blog about. I sometimes do that thing where people start projects only to finish them or put them off until much much later. I'm at a point in my life where I've been suddenly inspired to finish or continue things that I've started(like that book I started two years ago), in the middle of everything going up in the air and blowing up. I guess it's one of those mid-college crisis where I wake up and go "What the fuck am I doing?".
A year ago, I was a shiny, new transfer student going to UC Davis freshly graduated from community college and on to take on a new world of student life in Davis, CA. I moved in with 4 other friends that I've known since high school into an apartment a couple miles off campus. Fast forward through some friends turning into shitty roommates, a hellishly emotional abusive relationship and a lot of soul searching, and I've ended up dropping out of college for a break that has been much needed along with quitting my job that I couldn't keep anyway(cause it was on campus).
In turn, I've hit rock bottom. Financially, emotionally, and physically.
I've scraped the barrel of what little savings I had and hit debt, with many times this past year going for days without eating. It got bad enough to where I walked around town looking for change on the ground and eating food I found in the street. It was still sealed in it's package, I never got that desperate.
I've had a fall out with my parents and have been cut off. They don't agree with me wanting to quit school for a while and changing my career path. My mom has started to text me once in a while just to make sure I'm ok but my dad has made it clear I'm not welcome back to their house until I give them some kind of apology. They're not bad parents, they're great. But they don't understand my reasons for what I do in my life at times. I think a lot of times they're just afraid for me.
I went through a two year long relationship with my ex that ended up emotionally draining me and scarring me. Maybe I'll go into the details another time but basically at one point I honestly thought I'd never enjoy life again and that I would have to swallow my misery every day. I ended that about 7-8 months ago, although inside I've been done with that relationship longer than it actually was.
I've also come to see how goddamn unhealthy I am. I want to take better care of myself and finally be happy with my body. I don't want to be a supermodel. But I want to have my own natural, healthy body.
This will be about my climb back up from rock bottom. I've neglected myself and my relationships a lot, and have lost focus on things that matter to me.