In order to recover, I needed to return home. To ground down. To heal myself before healing the world.
My healing is a balance of looking within, expanding without, and accepting myself as whole. My body used to define me. Food used to control me. Recovery is my sustenance today, as it helps to liberate both myself and others.
Raised to compete, I grew up an athlete. My body became my biggest asset and therefore, my identity. When I burned out from sports, I lost that sense of self and found an escape with food. The hunger didn’t stop at the end of a 1am binge, rather, the hunger propelled me around the globe. I wandered around for years, hoping to leave my problems in hotel rooms, but alas, my eating disorder always had a way of catching up with me.