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The decade of my eating disorder, and of my recovery
I love beginnings, but endings are not my thing.
When leaving a party, I’m a big fan of the Irish goodbye (aka sneaking out without telling anyone.) I don’t like the awkward hugs, the cheek kisses, the feeling that a good time is over. When writing, I never have a problem with the opening sentence, but the last one, never seems right.
The end of the year – and in this case a decade too – is no different. I never want to think about a year ending, just the fact that a new one is beginning. It’s easier. Simpler.
This New Year’s Day when sitting down to write my 2020 goals – and this post – I faltered (that’s why it’s 16 days later and you’re only seeing it now). No matter what, I felt like I had to reflect, not just look forward. This decade, the one we just left, is the decade when my eating disorder began, ran its ugly course and finally lost in a battle for my recovery. This decade my family went through A LOT. This decade contains my best and worst days, my worst and fondest memories. This decade I chose my profession and my husband. I grew up. It’s hard to describe how much I’ve changed since 2010, how much I’ve learned, experienced, done and written (SO MANY WORD DOCUMENTS).
Despite being a journalist, finding words to describe the past 10 years is a challenge. Since photos are worth 1,000 words…I thought we’d do it that way.