You've called the treatment center, completed their bucket load of tedious paperwork, argued with your insurance company (and FINALLY got approved), and have your admission date marked on your calendar. That's right my friend. You have just completed the hardest part of eating disorder treatment - actually accepting the fact you need help and getting [...]
After months, years, or maybe even decades of swallowing laxatives instead of food, torturing your weary body with endless exercise, mindlessly devouring the contents of your refrigerator, and spending hours vomiting in your porcelain commode - you've made a decision. A decision that may not just change the course of your life, but also save it. [...]
Let me tell you the story on why I have decided to write this series on eating disorder treatment. As most of you know, I spent the early years of my eating disorder in hospitals and treatment facilities. Since I was so young at the time, making my own medical decisions was off the table, and [...]
The once blue sky laid buried underneath a mound of thick black clouds as I sat at the kitchen table, my brain throbbing as I attempted to finish the last pieces of my calculus homework. When I was young, this wasn't how I imagined celebrating my 18th birthday. I had once had this fairy tale-like fantasy [...]
You may notice the beginning of this post is rather similar to one that was published recently (I have since taken that post down). This is because the post you saw was actually an accidentally published draft. Here's the real thing 🙂 🙂 🙂 ! When I submitted my college applications, I was already mentally prepared to [...]
It's been awhile now hasn't it? The last time you heard from me was in August, a couple of weeks before I was officially dubbed a high school senior. Now the oceans of green summer grass that once stretched across my town have been suffocated by a thick blanket of damp, dead leaves and the heat [...]
With each beautiful memory, I could feel myself drowning in an ocean of regret. For far too long I hadn't any one-on-one time with my grandparents at their home in the serene Michigan countryside. Why? Because my eating disorder kept me locked in my house - a place where everything consumed could be under its strict control. . .