Is This Really My Life?
I keep having these moments lately, where I’m like, “Is this really my life? I am so lucky.” I turn thirty at the end of June this year, and I think my upcoming birthday has put me in a reflective mood. I was driving back from a speaking engagement at Bethany Lutheran College in Mankato, MN, and thinking about how incredibly cool it is that I get to go to colleges, libraries, treatment centers, etc. to talk about eating disorders, recovery, and writing. It is a privilege to be able to do this, and I love every minute of it. I am a lucky person; I get to do what I love. If someone would’ve told me ten years ago that I would be married, recovered from my ED, have an MFA, be living in MN, publish a book, and be a public speaker, I would’ve laughed at them. It’s amazing how much we can change.
In my early twenties, I was finishing up college at PSU-Erie and starting grad school at the University of Minnesota. Two things stand out from that time: I knew I wanted to write (and teach), and I was very entrenched in my eating disorder. It was a hard time. My mid-twenties were this weird time post-grad school where I held down boring, dead-end jobs and worked on recovery. Then, in my late twenties things started to come together; I met my husband, I started teaching, and I published Purge: Rehab Diaries.
Strange how life works, isn’t it? I never thought all of this was possible, but here it is. Here I am.