RECOVERY

Powerful Words – Morning Devotion

These words popped off the page of the morning devotional I began reading daily—realizing I could not do anything on my own (eating bagels and what was to come included)... I began praying SPECIFIC prayers about the little things... like what happened that...

Official Day 1 of Treatment

Official Day 1 of treatment was only the beginning of an unforeseen WILD ride…Think the story is over?…Think again… It all began with “Mr. Bagel” and THIS blog post (below) that I wrote up on Day 1 of treatment—kicking off a healing journey like NONE OTHER I’d...

Treatment to Start in Miami – Thanks to My Savings

What would you choose? I did not want to go to treatment, but I didn't want to stay in the hospital... For 5 days straight I researched EVERY single treatment center on planet earth like I was looking for a college The only difference? The temperature outside &...

6-8 More Weeks on Tube Feedings or Inpatient Treatment?

1 a.m…I couldn’t sleep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. BEEPBEEPBEEPBEEP!!!!! After a LONG 72 hours, as my body relaxed, the heart monitors strapped to my chest went off like a fire alarm. The nurse rushed in…”What’s going on?” Half asleep and half unconscious…I...

Tube Feeding

Two days in “jail” passed and my parents and doctors were spinning their heads…”What to do with her?!” One of the overseeing Psych doctors was actually a lady I had babysit for that past year as a grad student…she actually listened to me—which I felt was something...

Vanderbilt ER

I wish I could say that day was the end…nicely tied up with a pretty bow on top: She was saved by her angels. Went to the hospital. The end… But it really was only the beginning. Once we arrived to the Vanderbilt ER, my 8 angels and I went inside where the hospital...

7 Strangers at the Gym

I whipped into the YMCA parking lot at 4:45 am—15 minutes before they opened—but just in time to bolt to my favorite Stair Master (the 2nd one from the door). It went the fastest. . . Getting out of my car, I popped my trunk and chose a few Oxygen magazines from my...

The Day My Whole World Stood Still

I made it—the full year through grad school. But it was not easy. In spite of my 7- 8 hour workout schedule (every day), I managed to get straight A’s in all my classes, work 2 part-time jobs and subsist off of little sleep and food. By this time, I was eating even...

Eating Disorders and Studying Grad School Hours in Nashville

Fading…fast. Every day we have choices of how we take care of ourselves…except when we DON’T have a choice. I felt compelled to follow (ED’s) rules. I thought I was being healthy with my choices, but once I moved to Nashville—back on my own, things started to go...