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You move on from those doctors and find new people. You don't give up on yourself. You don't let their opinions bring you down since their saying you're a hopeless case doesn't mean you need to fulfill their expectations. It doesn't mean they're right. Doctors are not always right when it comes to saying somebody is hopeless.

It wasn't expected for me to live past my 21st birthday. By my family. I'd been through multiple therapists, multiple doctors, multiple psychiatric hospitals (sort of went through a few of them over and over again), been on so many medications I couldn't remember them all, etc. I didn't have an ED but something that was simple for my peers was considered monumental for me.

I still struggle. Still do self-destructive things sometimes. Still have negative thoughts. I also have my work, I have my education, I have my friends and family, I  have good days. I have something worth living for. It took time to figure out what it was and that nobody would be able to give me that except me. You have to figure out your own life, one that isn't connected to self-destruction or self-injury or being miserable day in and day out. That doesn't mean you'll never have days you want to give up and go back to the self-destructive life but it means you'll have something other than just that life to turn to.

By Renfrew I assume you mean the residential treatment center for eating disorders. If so, I'd definitely not give up because giving up when it comes to eating disorders or self-destruction can mean you'll go too far and permanently fuck yourself up in a way that you'll have to deal with for the rest of your life or you could die. That is a choice you'll have to make since it is that: a choice. Being mentally ill is not a choice but giving yourself over to self-destruction is.

Don't give up. There is always hope. I'm not bullshitting and I have been there and I am sometimes still there.