I’m a lot of things… daughter, friend, and dog-mom, just to name a few. God has provided me with seemingly endless opportunities. In college I became a Division I athlete, sorority sister, and honors student. I landed a dream job 6 months before graduation, then earned acceptance into a “nearly-Ivy League” school to complete my Masters while working full-time.
Now don’t get me wrong, I encountered obstacles along the way just as everyone does. But no one likes to talk about those. In high school, knee injuries led to two major surgeries and sidelined me for good. I fought with my parents, struggled with self-confidence, and dealt with plenty of “Mean Girls” masquerading as friends. It’s all part of growing up, and those are nothing compared to the hardships some people face.
I say none of this to brag about myself or to ask for sympathy… I absolutely recognize how truly blessed I am. I say it only to convey the circumstances leading up to and surrounding the frustrating, confusing situation I find myself in now. I have all of this in my life, yet I’m struggling. HOW can I possibly be struggling?! Not even I can imagine that.
Then again, I guess I also never imagined I would be adding another descriptor to my introduction. I’m a young woman battling anorexia.