When I was in my late teens, in a rare moment of vulnerability, I confided in an older Christian woman about my struggle with an eating disorder. My healthy, athletic body had turned rail-thin. Exhaustion and aching, atrophying muscles took over. Baggy clothes no longer hid my private efforts of controlling food, and I could […]Continue Reading... 5 Comments.
The darkness. The compulsion to die. I couldn’t shake the obsession… no matter what I did. I prayed. I read the Bible. I ate. I ate more. I got high. And tried to get higher each time I used. I got numb. I zoned out. For months, my prayers had been short and to the point: “HELP!” […]Continue Reading... No Comments.