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 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 pause and reset, you learn some very powerful lessons in the process.
In the midst of 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 dietitian; structured, monitored meal 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.