After seventeen years of anorexia I felt like recovery was impossible. There was no way that I could ever enjoy food, be successful at work or thrive. And then I truly hit rock bottom and through the cracks that impact left I saw a glimmer of hope that I was able to stubbornly cling to so I could start to recover.

Never in my wildest dreams did I believe that I could reach the point where I am now. Living, thriving and enjoying my life. I never imagined that I could achieve my dream of becoming a therapist and having my own clients. I never believed that I could ever teach a yoga class. I never believed that I would be able to lift my own body weight and then some off of the floor. I never believed that I would love a full life as a mother, daughter, sister, friend and life partner.

But here I am. Seventeen years of anorexia. And now I’m working on living the rest of my life free.