Stories of Recovery
I remember the day so clearly, as if it was just moments ago. I had been sent to a program at the Greenville, South Carolina hospital by my therapist in hopes to help me overcome my eating disorder and self-injury. I was so determined that, even though I was being supervised, I was still going to let my Ed control my life and what I ate. Even though I hadn’t ate one single bite in several days, I still managed to trick the doctors into thinking I had been eating every meal.
Everything seemed to be going according to my eating disorder’s plan, until one morning I woke up to have merely no strength at all. I went into the bathroom and slowly turned on the shower. I could barely move, let alone take a bath. I stepped into the shower, and in a matter of minutes, found myself go completely blinded. Immediately, I knew something was not right. I turned the water off, laid my emaciated body slowly and painfully down in the bathtub, and prayed. I began to pray out loud. I looked down at my thin body, and burst into tears. I knew this was not where my heavenly Father wanted me to be. I asked for the Lord’s strength and guidance to help me overcome the disorder that was killing me alive. I prayed and prayed and prayed. After several minutes, my sight slowly came back. Right then and there, I knew recovery was possible and that my heavenly Father was going to be with me the whole way.
Soon after getting out of the hospital, I decided to try and help others, just like me, see that God is truly with us all. I created a website named RecoverWithGod.com and am hoping to write my own book soon. To all those that are reading this, but still are struggling with an eating disorder, just know that recovery is possible.