Two years. How does that happen? It feels like yesterday. To me, it still was just yesterday.
December 14, 2010
The day I entered the Carolina House, a place that would forever alter the course of my life. The day I put all my trust and faith into the incredible treatment team’s loving hands. The day I finally said, “I surrender my eating disorder.” The day I set foot into that simple, yellow house, that magical place in the woods that would eventually heal my deep wounds and help me find the light of recovery.
So often in this blog I write about the people who have impacted my journey. And while each of my angels deserves a million posts and a trillion thank you’s, I sometimes forget that I was the one who did the hard work to get to where I am today. That simple yellow house helped to heal me, but ultimately, I healed me. I am the one who cried the tears and opened up my painful past so that I could eventually move forward. My stay was long and numerous days felt as if I would never get to leave. But I did…and I haven’t look back since.
This year, December 14th, came and went. I quietly celebrated the day I mark as my recovery anniversary. I rejoiced in the colorful life I have created for myself. There were no Facebook posts nor Twitter tweets. The day was filled with silent memories and quiet reflections on its magnitude. I patted myself on the back and even cried a few tears thinking of the significance, sadness and triumph that was this day two years ago. The day I started on the path to finding peace…
12.14.10 The day I finally took a huge leap of faith with both feet onto the path of recovery.
“What a long, strange trip it’s been.”~Grateful Dead