The second of my three housemates moved out yesterday and to celebrate the end of second year we went to a pizzeria for nutella pizza! I haven’t had pizza in 9 years and it wasn’t as scary as I expected! Oh wait, that’s because food cannot be scary. I choose life any day.
My housemates don’t know about my eating disorder. My housemate doesn’t know how big of a deal that pizza was, nor how much she means to me. I wanted to do something with her for the first time (and enjoy it) more than I was afraid.
For a long time I have let the fear win, not this time though.
Recovery is a choice, and it’s not easy but it is worth it.