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  • Recovery Diary 04/07/19

    Do you ever miss it? The release that it offered you? The sweet bliss of nothing at all? The emptiness? The shrinking? The isolation? The secrets? I miss it sometimes. When I am alone I hear the disease whispering to me from the crevices of my mind. The eating disorder lived up there for so […]
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  • A Poem on Transformation

    Words by: Zoe Spiers. Follow more of her journey on her Instagram, @boporecoverywarrior.    To endure the wind, the rain and those that want to bring you down, It’s a fight that seems impossible to win, But still you try, try and try again. The wind thrashes you about, The storms are a whirlwind in your mind, […]
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  • Recovery Diary 3/1/19

    In honor of NEDA’s Eating Disorder Awareness Week theme “come as you are” Come as you are broken and bruised, triumphant and free, or tired and used Come as you are black, brown, white, red, or yellow Come as you are straight, gay, trans Jew, Muslim, Buddhist whatever you may choose    Come as you […]
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  • Recovery Diary 2/27/19

      Eating Disorder Awareness Week I didn’t know eating disorder awareness week existed until I went to treatment. Treatment changed me, opened me up to ideas, movements, advocacy, and hope. It showed me the army of people fighting on the other side of this disease, which is an illness I convinced myself for many years […]
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  • Love Starts with the SELF! Period.

    Words by: Megan Lawrence.  Follow more of her journey at HealingHopefuls.com or on her Instagram, @in.my.own.words.   I have searched pretty much any place outside of myself while on the hunt for self-love. There were no limits to how far I would push myself to get a dose of what everyone seemed to be preaching about. I kept coming […]
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  • Recovery Diary 2/09/19

    I’m 13 hours ahead of everyone back home. Saturday is ending, while in Chicago the sun just came up. Time is a warped concept that leaves me feeling upside down and backwards, never quite knowing what to make of its strange and twisted factors. The half-moon is in three days. The tides are slowly receding […]
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