Sunday Love.
I used to hate Sundays…I mean despise them. Sundays were tortured, lonely days…just me and my eating disorder. Because my weeks were spent in severe restriction and my weekends were spent eating and drinking like a ‘regular’ person, my Sundays were filled with overwhelming guilt and a gut wrenching sickness. They were my day to […]
FAITH.
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 […]