A small word with a big impact.
You see, during my anorexia, I had forgotten who I was.
I had become a hollow shell of myself: without a soul, without feelings, without thoughts (other than ED-thoughts, which were manic), and without love – for anyone or anything: my family, friends, God, and myself.
And I don’t think this is foreign to anyone. We all have seasons of life where we feel a little “off.” A little lacking in spirit. Periods of intense stress at work or school; having just broken up with a boyfriend or girlfriend; getting rejected from a dream college or dream job; getting caught up with the…
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