child of God, wife, mother, recovering anorexic who longs to see the beauty in herself that she sees in the world around her

Wednesday, April 11, 2012

broken, fixed and somewhere in between

I'm still alive.  I'm still processing.  Here's what I've come up with, I'm not fixed yet but I'm not broken anymore either.  I'm somewhere in between the shattered urn of ashes lying on the floor and the glorious resurrected girl of hope and beauty.  Even my really hard days are still ridiculously better than any decent day a year and a half ago when I re-started this recovery journey. 


  1. isn't it a great feeling to know that we are on our way towards freedom? it makes the struggle just a bit easier when we see the strength we carry by moving forward and healing some of the pain. i am so happy that not only are you here, but that you are able to recognize that. the ed is so good at preventing us from seeing the steps forward we take and the fact that you can see it is inspiring and beautiful.

  2. your perspective is so healthy and beautiful.