Three part recovery boards

So these are a three part recovery boards. They go in order of recovery. The first is about my eating disorder and the dark place I was in and the realization that I was killing myself and had a disease that was robbing me of all that I wanted in life. I kept it a secret and didn't let anyone in on how much I was struggling. I tired to paint this picture of a normal girl, when really I was dying inside and out. I was out of control. It includes actual medical reports & hospital discharge explaining that I was diagnosed with Anorexia and that it could be fatal. Also in this collage is a snipit of my EKG. These were both right before I was forced into treatment over a year ago. 

This second board is about the journey of being in treatment. When I had to face my eating disorder head on, that it was not just going to go away. I had to come to terms with the fact that I was not in tune with my body cues and hunger/fullness. That I needed help, and that it was not going to be easy or happen over night. I included actual handouts and assignments I did while I was in treatment.

The third board is about life after ED(eating disorder). It wasn't a quick fix and I am still working on myself and the symptoms that pop up. I know that I can not have a life, or at least not one worth living for if I keep ED around. That little voice that constantly told me I was not good enough and that I needed to just loss a little more, skip that one snack that turned into a meal, ext. I needed to change my way of thinking, I needed to start over and start listening to my body. I needed to learn how to listen. I had to find a balance in all aspects of my life. That all food fits, in moderation. That all dreams are possible if you lay the proper foundation. I needed and am starting to learn to listen to my body and love it. For all it does, and give it what it needs. ED will not define me anymore, nor will it rob me of any more time. For all I've lost, I have all that more to gain. 

So those are my three part recovery boards. It wasn't easy to make them, and its not easy to accept that I was that sick, and that without constant work, I could fall back into that dark pit. My eating disorder will always be part of me, but it will no longer be me, or define my life. I am more, so much more.