Content Notice: This story contains references to Disordered Eating.
So much good happened to me over the last ten years. I got my driver’s license. I graduated high school. I got my Associates’s Degree. I settled near the University of North Texas—and got into their Bachelor of Social Work program. I listened to over 52,400 minutes worth of music on Spotify— all wonderful things!
And yes, I went back to treatment for my eating disorder last summer. Does it make me sad that I went into the new decade with only about seven months in recovery instead of four and a half years? Yes. But sometimes when you take a pause and reset, you learn some very powerful lessons in the process.
Amid my struggles with several chronic health conditions (including Ehlers-Danlos syndrome and Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome), I was also grappling with an eating disorder. For me, this involved going into partial hospitalization and intensive outpatient programs several times over the last six years. In treatment, I was offered group therapy; individual therapy; sessions with a dietician; structured, monitored meals and snack times up to six times per day; and more. At times, I was in treatment eleven hours per day, seven days per week. Treatment and recovery have provided some of the most difficult, yet rewarding, experiences of my life.