Inpatient was hell on earth. And I say that in the most loving way possible. I will say this: it saved my life, but it did not “cure me” of my eating disorder. I showed up at 78 pounds, barely holding on, and left 87 days later, 25 pounds heavier and physically stable. But that’sContinue reading Go Big or Go Home
The Intervention
My getting to inpatient hospital was strictly against my will. I was 18 years old my senior year and legally an adult. Therefore, my parents could not legally commit me: I had to make the decision to go myself. Like that was going to happen… An intervention was staged with five days left until graduation. First,Continue reading The Intervention
She has to want to get better
I was at inpatient for three months. Well, let’s be honest. I was there for three months minus three days. I was “better” for two months and 27 days. Then for the last three days I internally freaked out that I was nearing my “safe weight,” which to be clear was still significantly less thanContinue reading She has to want to get better
Who am I?
Who am I? The healthy young woman in front of you today is not the same person she was eight years ago. I have seen things. Experienced things. Know things that can only be learned through pain. Desperation. And deliverance. Who am I? I’m a young lady who has recovered from anorexia. And I’m sharing with you myContinue reading Who am I?
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