ED has an ally. And he and his ally work against me. They tag team me. Just when I think I’ve pushed ED away and
I’m a mom. I’m a mom who became a mom while she had an eating disorder. I’m a mom who couldn’t become a mom without
French fries. Check. Loved ’em.
Eating disorders are built on rules. Rules create boundaries. ED guards those boundaries with an iron fist. Outside the boundaries live anxiety and fear. Inside the boundaries
I have been shamelessly honest throughout this journey, to protect myself from going backwards, but today I am struggling to find the nerve to write
I have a question that’s been bothering me the last little while. Why am I recovering when so many others can’t get out of ED’s
I am in charge! Do you hear this? I am in charge! I spent last night writing a long post, and when I was done,
You have to have a reason to fight ED. You need to be able to answer why you want to fully recover. You need to
The worst sabatoges ED has played on me have had to do with my clothes. One of ED’s favorite hiding places is in my closet.
God keeps driving home to me how important community is. Today my dear friend who is still at Melrose texted me. She is seriously struggling,