In high school, I opened the door to life with an eating disorder. With all its empty promises to bring me into a place of beauty, satisfaction and worth–and its merciless routines and obsessions that were such a burden. Even in the good times, they hung like a cloud over my life and always led me…
Tag: bulimia
There is hope…
No, this is real. There is hope. There is peace that comes when your every waking hour is no longer consumed with wrestling and fighting a dragon that cannot be appeased. There is freedom from self-loathing and shame…release from the intense emptiness that can never be filled…no more hiding and suffering alone. There is hope.
