When Jesus came, it was messy. He didn’t come to this earth in a seamless, spotless regal procession. He came as a baby, born in dirty, smelly surroundings, during a time long before modern medicine existed.
I began to develop a new perspective on relationships and community. Instead of something to be feared, I started to see them as a blessing and gift from God. I got the sense that, for the first time in my adult life, God wanted to establish me in a community of my own where I could feel like I belong—where I was a part of a family.
Today is the final day of National Eating Disorders Awareness Week for 2018 in Canada. As I sat pondering my past this morning, some words came to mind that I wrote back in 2003. I was in the thick of my battle with binge/purge type anorexia, and during this season of my life things were … Continue reading Keep Walking.
I’ll never forget that moment. The details surrounding it may be hazy, but the question will be burned in my memory forever. It was the first time anyone had ever confronted me about the eating disorder that I had been hiding for well over a year...
Today is a significant day. Today is the 10-year anniversary of my final recovery from binge-purge type anorexia. I’ve been thinking about this day all year long—conceptualizing the brilliant blog I would put out to commemorate it and imagining the sense of triumph I would feel as I celebrate the victory. I’ve thought about how … Continue reading Celebrating Life Today
I am quickly approaching the day I will celebrate my ten year anniversary of “life after an eating disorder”. After a seven-year battle with binge-purge type anorexia, on December 6th, 2007, I decided once and for all to put my faith in something bigger than myself and to allow the transforming power of God to … Continue reading A Recovered Anorexic’s Guide to Pregnancy
This December I will celebrate 10 years eating disorder free. As I reflect on the past decade, I am in awe of the countless ways that my life has changed for the better, and by the healing that has been able to take place in my heart, mind, and spirit. I never used to believe … Continue reading Body Talk: Because Being Pregnant Changes Everything!
If I could talk to my teenage self, I would say… You are worth more. Don’t let other people define your value. Don’t let boys define your value. Don’t let your body, your appearance, your talents, or your popularity define your value. Because you are worth more. You are worth more than they understand. You … Continue reading Dear Teenage Self…
It was nearly ten years ago now when I underwent the greatest personal revolution of my lifetime. It was during this season that, by some divine miracle, I was able to overcome the sinister and manipulative tactics of the eating disorder which had held my life in bondage for the past seven years, and begin … Continue reading A Woman on a Journey
Sometimes living with mental illness feels like a life sentence in jail. You become a prisoner of your own mind, and you slowly lose your ability to function in the outside world. All you know is the four walls of your prison cell. Anything outside of that becomes foreign, distant, confusing, and even more worrisome … Continue reading From the Comfort of My Prison Cell