Comin’ off 10 days on the east coast – and booooooy did I miss my NYC life.
Sometimes, I don’t know why I left. Sometimes, I know exactly why. It’s a forever battle – so I’m forewarning you that you’re probably about to see an excessive amount of NYC pics.
Every week, I receive a message along the lines of “HAAAAALP. I’m so and so and I have an eating disorder. New to recovery, I’d like to start writing about it. I want to help people and feel like I need that community. How’d you do it?”
In pure honesty, I rarely answer these emails or DMs. Not because I don’t appreciate them – but because it’s quite difficult to pinpoint or understand exactly why my blog seems to resonate with people. If I do answer, I usually say something along the cheesedick, admittedly unhelpful line of “I was lucky – and I wrote with little regard to other people because I didn’t actually think other people would read it. That, in turn, made all the difference.”
Eyeroll. I know.
So, anyway, I’ve been mulling over what I’d write if I ever sat down and took the time to put an answer into a post. I did everything from reviewing my stats to looking at the content of my early posts to mulling over my PR skills (which is what I technically still do for a 9-5 living.)
This is what I came up with. Feel free to comment or protest or add or question.
At the end of the day, I am just a girl with an eating disorder who got tired of being a girl with an eating disorder.
And I’m lucky I found a community here – cause Lord knows where I’d be.