The Grey Part of Recovery

I’m in recovery from an eating disorder, and being in that weird, grey, middle part of recovery is totally okay.

My first admission

I can remember the day like it was yesterday. It started off like every other morning, I woke up, ate half an apple and got dressed. I...

The Perfectly White Dresser

I thought to myself: Why did I do this again? I was fully aware of my decisions. I knew my behavior was a form of slow and painful suicide.