i have opened up to whoever reads my random personal posts about my struggle with eating disorders. and my biggest wish is to be that slightest bit of strength to anyone who may feel as if recovery is unattainable. because it is possible. i am a recovered victim of both anorexia and bulimia/ EDNOS.
there is something to be said about pain. all realms of pain... suffering, heartbreak, loneliness, trauma, rejection, loss, struggle defeat, hopelessness, insomnia, fear, so on and so forth.
my source of strength has always come from my family. i don't think it's an accident that i have such a solid and loving family. and there is no doubt in my mind why my mother is the most selfless, most compassionate, and impossibly worrisome person i know. it's almost like my whole life was set up to have my mother there to be my gaurdian angel. my backbone. she is the core of my strength. and it breaks my heart to have hurt her over and over again through the years, because we are a team, when i am weak, she is strong. when i am hurt, she is heartbroken. but when i am strong, she is at ease. when i am happy she is grateful. and when i shine, she is extremely proud. when i make her proud, it mends pieces of my broken spirit.