Recovering from an Eating Disorder is the hardest thing I will ever do in my life. You have to have food to survive, but ironically that same food is the enemy. I guess I always thought of myself as weak for letting this disorder take me over, but now I realize that my recovery takes strength, faith, hope, patience, self love, tears, motivation, energy, aggressiveness, determination, and flexibility. You have to be able to overcome obstacles and fight harder than you have ever fought before. And when you are so mentally and physically exhausted that you feel you can’t fight anymore that’s when you get up and push through it. PERSEVERANCE. So I guess I am stronger than I think I am because if I were weak I would have given up a long time ago. There is still so much left for me to do on this earth. I know there must be a purpose for me to have survived all that I have. I have been spared in order to achieve something great. No matter what, I will keep fighting.
“My worst days in recovery are better than the best days in relapse.”