The Silent Treatment

Retreating to Recovery

I began this blog at the dawn of my 42nd year, thinking it would be a testament to the discovery of who I am after years of denying myself the life I am gifted. Little did I know that a few weeks later I would enter intensive treatment for an eating disorder that has consumed me for 35 years.

Now two and half months in, I hope to reflect and share my experience here as a testament, a reminder, and an offering to those struggling. These thoughts will be ED-related, but will more clearly reflect that which lies beneath — a core belief that I am unworthy of love. That belief is slowly and decidedly being deconstructed and dissipated by an ocean of love that washes over me each and every day. Come on in and swim with me here — the water is fine!

Extending love across the miles to any and all who linger here,

Ani Dodi (Hebrew: “I am my beloved.”)

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