So, I had a relapse.
After having an awesome vocation in the wonderful Austria,
my past ED demons have caught me…for the past several months I had some bad and good days trying to figure out what had set me back – why do I chose food instead of dealing with my feelings, frustrations and anxieties.
I didn’t want to turn my blog into m recovery journal, but I can’t escape from myself. Bulimia has been a huge part of my life. I thought I had recovered from it. Well, apparently I did not.
Back at square one.
I chose to recover.
As for my family. Now there are four of us me, my BF,and these two
our girl and the little boy.