Author: Rhonda Van Donge

When my child woke up in the middle of the night and threw up all over the bathroom floor because making it all the way

Sometimes I wonder how often someone is screaming out for help, and no one hears. I don’t mean piercing screams that make your ears hurt.

You know what I’ve always been good at? Getting excited about the little things. I get amped up about what we’re having for supper. I

I wrote a post awhile back about why I can’t wear a mask. A physical mask that is. After that panic attack on the way

I haven’t written in awhile. I haven’t felt like sitting down to write. I didn’t feel like what I wrote really mattered. It didn’t seem

I would love to be able to say that after 4 years post treatment, I never struggle with thoughts about my weight anymore. But there

Benj married me because he loves me. I know this. I believe this. I need this. Because when I started the recovery process, I needed

I’ve heard the chapel speakers and pastors and youth leaders talk about how we all wear masks. I’ve heard the analogy of how we wear

I do not consider myself to be someone with strong opinions. I am not one to voice my beliefs loudly. I don’t get into debates

I never thought I’d be saying that my lessons learned from Covid-19 and an eating disorder are similar. But similar they are. I had no