Faith: something I lost to my eating disorder, but I don’t think I realized I lost it until I had it back. One of the most beautiful things about recovery has been rediscovering my faith…keyword being MY faith. Not my parents’, not my teachers’, not my husband’s…but mine. As a child, you obviously lean toward whatever faith you are born into…I grew up in the world of Catholicism. Twelve plus years of Catholic school gave me a strong foundation for…
After 15+ years of living in the fog of my eating disorder, I am finally living my life in full, vivid color. This month I will celebrate my eighth month in recovery from my eating disorder. I have gained much in my short time in recovery…learning many lessons and recovery truths along the way. I recently sat down to write a ‘good bye’ letter to a dear friend of mine who was finally discharging from the residential treatment home where…
I’ve been wanting to start a blog for a while now, but never had the guts to put myself out there in such a fashion. Plus, what would I write about? Who would read it? Well…I’ve finally come to terms that a) I want to write and b) I don’t care who does or does not read this. I want to write about my experiences, especially in this tumultuous past year. This blog will not be filled with any eloquent…