It’s official…my book is getting PUBLISHED! 
It’s been a few years since I felt the tug on my heart to write. ..I wasn’t sure if my dream of being an author would ever come to fruition, but I knew God had given me a message.
So I started writing. Was turned down by a few publishers. Was hurt – badly. Relapsed. Fought for my life, again. Grew stronger. Learned more. Focused on healing – not surface-level, scratch-the-surface kind of healing. The ugly, raw, painful kind of healing, the kind that very few others see or validate. The kind that happens in therapist and dietitian offices, week after week. The kind that leaves you exhausted, questioning if it’s all worth it. Until you experience a glimpse of your “why” – and you’re reminded that healing is not some convoluted destination in which your past suddenly makes sense or your present stops hurting.
It’s a moment of self-compassion over self-criticism.
A choice to show up, rather than numb out.
It’s having freedom to pursue your dreams – to succeed and to fail – without ED’s shadow.
Recovery is not living in autopilot, hoping to avoid any triggers that could possibly catapult you downward into self-destruction mode. It’s living fully, boldly, authentically, knowing you are equipped to handle both the good and the bad – without listening to Ed’s lies and succumbing to self-sabotage.
So here’s to publishing a book that is raw and real. One that doesn’t sugarcoat or simplify. But one that reminds you that you are not alone, and recovery is more than possible 
Sometimes taking the first step is the very hardest part. Admitting maybe we aren’t as in control as we thought we were. Eating that next meal and ignoring what lies the eating disorder is incessantly whispering in our ear. Telling that first person our story, despite the consuming fear of being judged. Sometimes we overwhelm ourselves with expectations
