Coming to Life
The guy who NEVER gave up on me. My dad and mom were my #1 cheerleaders throughout every single up and down throughout my…well past 30 years of my life. Without their fight FOR me (and belief in me), I would not be here today. Dad came to visit a few months in to my stay in Miami and, for the first time, I got to break FREE for a few hours from treatment for a special outing—to the beach. Eating disorders and diseases wreak havoc on MORE than just the individual they inflict. They affect the whole family. Slowly we began to restore.
Inside I still felt very inflamed, constipated, bloated and 100% uncomfortable. The number on the scale had changed—but no one was helping me address the inside. Nevertheless, MENTALLY and EMOTIONALLY, ALOT had changed—and that’s what kept me going. I knew, now, more than ever I was moving in a NEW direction. No matter what I would continue to face in treatment…it could not and would not change the outcome when I got my “life back” on the other side. Time with dad that weekend—outside of treatment’s 4 walls—was a breath of fresh air to know that there was LIFE outside treatment, and, no matter what it took, I made up my mind that life was going to be different on the other side.