After my parents kicked me out on my 18th birthday, I was mentally in the worst place I'd ever been.
But after a lot of misery and homelessness, another family took me in. And all they did was give me a place to live, and actually treated me like family. I felt like it was more of a family than with my parents. And in that time, I was physically in the best shape I'd ever been. I felt loved and it made me help myself. I ate very well, and felt the best I had ever felt. 

I've since had to move on, and am without family again. But just now I only realized, how well I did when it actually felt like I was truly a part of a family for the first time.