Me too.

I almost didn't write this. Because the stories I've read have been so different from mine; I didn't want anyone to think that I was trying to paint myself into a narrative where I didn't really belong. I didn't want anyone to roll their eyes and think I was trying to stay relevant or keep …


When Winning Is Losing

Do not throw up. Do not throw up. Do not throw up. I repeated this phrase over and over to myself for 45 minutes straight as I stared at myself in the mirror. This time, it wasn't because I had eaten an entire pizza and I was trying to keep myself from purging. No, this time it was because I was in the middle of the hardest workout I had ever done in my entire life. I honestly felt like I was going to barf at any minute, but I also felt alive.


After I posted my first blog, I felt on top of the world. I had so much encouragement and support flooding in – from people I didn’t even expect. I was beyond overwhelmed by the outpouring of love. I went the next week or so looking at myself in the mirror differently. I talked to my therapist with confidence. I walked with my head a little higher. I did it. I thought to myself. I’ve overcome this battle. And then…

Til Death Do Us Shart

My wedding anniversary is this week. In the spirit of celebration and love, and keeping my promise of being honest & vulnerable in the hopes of helping others: here is the story of how I shit my pants on my wedding day.

There is hope.

The past six months have been a season of strife. I’ve always been the person to put on a positive attitude for the benefit of everyone else, no matter what I was going through personally. Well, years of shoving aside my personal struggles has finally caught up to me in a way I couldn’t ignore. So I’m going to do the only thing I know how to do, and that’s write about it.