After 16 days, I was scared of going home. Treatment was safe. I had people around me to hold me to the rules of recovery
I used to be the Queen of Calories. I could look at a plate of food and intuitively know how many calories I was consuming.
May I pause to reassure you of a few things when fighting an eating disorder on the day after Christmas: You are not defined by
You know the right choice. You know what you have to do, but to admit it – admitting to it, seems unthinkable. Because if you
Part of my Joy Today is in the fact that I can enjoy sweet treats without my ED telling me I’m going to get fat.
“Do you believe recovery is possible?” she asked me. I looked her in the eyes, chose my words carefully and responded with confidence, “I trust
I still have triggers. Which kind of pisses me off, excuse the harsh vocabulary. But that’s how I feel about it. Last weekend Benj and
I still hate seeing pictures from before November 7, 2016. It’s not just because of how I looked. Of course I don’t like seeing the
I can be judgmental. I judge people for choices they make without seeing the reasons behind the decision. I judge people for how they parent