I look up into the partially clouded sun. I squint, smile, surface and look away. You can see it in the trees and feel it underfoot. You gotta love life really? .

Jump and you will learn how to unfold your wings as you fall. Saturday, May 9, 2015. I want to thank everyone who commented on my post. Of my ED always finding ways to stick around. But I just need to keep doing my best, recognize how far I have come, and always keep striving to strengthen myself in my recovery each day. In other news, this happened this past Wednesday. And by that time we were freezing and wet. It rained pretty hard the whole game, so we were.

Some may see these fellow bloggers as competition, whereas others see the similarity as motivation to be better. We find dozens, if not hundreds of books on the same topic. Each one appeals to a different audience.

Day by day, step by step, I become a little more unbroken. In the subject line please put Edde followed by your subject if you want to write to her or Todd and your subject if you want to write to me. God Bless you all,. Please vote for my story! THANK YOU SO MUCH! .

Monday, June 8, 2015. I wake to the buzz of the phone next to my. Fake it, fake it and mom will never know. I run to the kitchen, pull out a plate, a knife, the loaf of bread and the jar of skippy. Popping a slice in the toaster,. I scratch crumbs onto the empty plate and throw the blackened bread in the trash covering it with trash. To make sure she knows I have been in it.