I recently turned 42. I have the perfect life. Incredible parents, awesome brothers/sister in laws, terrific husband, amazing children and fantastic friends. It’s everything anyone would want.
But, I have an Eating Disorder. And it is trying to ruin my life. It has been trying for 20 years. I am doing everything in my power to take control and no longer be a prisoner to this awful disease. It is the fight of my life.
I recently had an article published in the Toronto Star about my struggle to find help:
I write often. I’m honest, but don’t always include everything. In time I will fill in the blanks. But, my mom reads this so I want to be sensitive. For example I’ve never written the quantity of laxatives I have taken it would kill her.
Thanks for following me on my journey to recovery.