There was a time... When I feared upcoming doctor appoints, When I was scared of the fine line I walked between school and treatment. There was a time... When I felt utterly numb and closed off to my emotions When food was my absolute enemy When even the sight of butter made me squirm.… Continue reading There was a time…
How does it feel to get in a fight with your mind over crackers? That probably isn’t a question you’ve ever asked before. Or maybe it is, and you understand exactly what I mean. Maybe it’s not specifically crackers but something else - a piece of fruit, a granola bar, some nuts. “Georgia. You think… Continue reading Three Simple Crackers
Sometimes, all we need is a reminder to not take life so seriously. A lot of my time is spent contemplating my reason for existence. What was I put on this earth to do and how can I help others? How can I prevent other people from falling into the same eating disorder trap that… Continue reading Let’s not take life so seriously
Yesterday, my family and I headed out in the early morning for a road trip to explore Minnesota, a state we visit annually in the summer. We travelled down roads lined with looming pine trees and passed glimmering lakes that sparkled under the morning sun. We stopped at some landmark destinations, including two lighthouses and… Continue reading A Piece of Chocolate
I was walking around my town last night when I overheard another conversation held by three adult women. I was actually on my way to meet a friend for ice cream - a very big step for me. Anyway, their topic was one not unlike others I had heard so many times before, however that… Continue reading What would happen?
I am discharging from residential and entering into outpatient treatment as of this Tuesday. Though I am extremely nervous, I feel so much more equipped and prepared than my first discharge. I now understand that recovery outside of treatment is not going to be easy or linear. It is going to be an uphill battle… Continue reading Core beliefs
I am sick of trying to shrink myself just to please other people, just to be accepted. I am tired of trying to achieve a perfectly flat stomach and an entirely unrealistic thigh gap. I am realizing that this so called "goal" will destroy me, that it will keep me sick, that it will lead… Continue reading Wake up and make a decision.