Happy Mother’s Day! Today is a day of recognition, recognition of all the things my mom has done for me throughout my life, but particularly this year. With an already challenging year, my mom instantly acted appropriately when hearing about my eating disorder, tackling it from the moment I stepped into our house.
When I walked through the garage door, I had no hope, no hope or desire for recovery. I wanted to keep restricting, keep purging, and continue losing weight. My mom made it possible for me to see that light of hope. She objectively explained the things I am missing in my life, and what will happen if I continue down this path. I wasn’t living the life I had envisioned for myself, but I had lost control and didn’t know how to help myself back up again. My mom remained calm and collected and I always knew that if a day ever came when she lost hope, there would be no more hope for my recovery. Because of her perseverance, I am on the path to a successful recovery.
