Merry Christ-Mess

When Jesus came, it was messy. He didn’t come to this earth in a seamless, spotless regal procession. He came as a baby, born in dirty, smelly surroundings, during a time long before modern medicine existed.

Keep Walking.

Today is the final day of National Eating Disorders Awareness Week for 2018 in Canada. As I sat pondering my past this morning, some words came to mind that I wrote back in 2003. I was in the thick of my battle with binge/purge type anorexia, and during this season of my life things were …

Let’s Talk.

I’ll never forget that moment. The details surrounding it may be hazy, but the question will be burned in my memory forever. It was the first time anyone had ever confronted me about the eating disorder that I had been hiding for well over a year...

Body Talk: Because Being Pregnant Changes Everything!

This December I will celebrate 10 years eating disorder free. As I reflect on the past decade, I am in awe of the countless ways that my life has changed for the better, and by the healing that has been able to take place in my heart, mind, and spirit. I never used to believe …

A Woman on a Journey

It was nearly ten years ago now when I underwent the greatest personal revolution of my lifetime. It was during this season that, by some divine miracle, I was able to overcome the sinister and manipulative tactics of the eating disorder which had held my life in bondage for the past seven years, and begin …

From the Comfort of My Prison Cell

Sometimes living with mental illness feels like a life sentence in jail. You become a prisoner of your own mind, and you slowly lose your ability to function in the outside world. All you know is the four walls of your prison cell. Anything outside of that becomes foreign, distant, confusing, and even more worrisome …

So Long Comfort Zone

The following excerpt is taken from an email I wrote to Ryan on January 9th, 2008: I’m so unbelievably out of my comfort zone. A while ago I wrote a tune called “Seasons” that discussed the cyclical nature of my eating disorder (and my life), and my dependence on that cycle. Even though I had an innate desire to …

My Manifesto: An Unnamed Poem from the Past

It is the final day of Eating Disorder Awareness week here in Canada, and I felt I should contribute one more time. I wrote the following piece of poetry on January 9th, 2003. At this time, at age 16, I was entering a day treatment program for adolescents with eating disorders in the Psych Health …

Eating Disorder Awareness Week – Thoughts from a Survivor

We are in the middle of Eating Disorder Awareness Week here in Canada (February 1- 7). As an eating disorder survivor, this subject is very near and dear to my heart. You can read a little bit more about my recovery journey here, but today, I want to share some of my thoughts on what …