Admissions

I don’t know what my lowest of low moments was. There were a lot of lows in my 25 years with bulimia, not surprisingly. As I’ve gained some distance from active purging, I can more objectively see how sad and desperate those moments were—the spiraling hysteria of bingeing and purging. Was my lowest point vomitingContinue reading “Admissions”

It’s Hard.

Sometimes, this journey is just plain hard. Sometimes, everything happens all at once. I’m feeling that today. My school has just started back up, and over the weekend, my son had an infected tooth pop up, which needs to be extracted. My daughter has been back to daycare for FOUR days, after 9 weeks off,Continue reading “It’s Hard.”

Island

I pride myself on being fiercely independent, and most of the time, that’s a good thing. Every book and every therapist out there will insist that recovery cannot take place without a support system–a network of caring friends and family to hold your hand. I don’t entirely buy that. I’ve battled this personal demon forContinue reading “Island”