After my mom’s suicide I felt lonely, disconnected and empty. For almost 15 years, food, cigarettes and alcohol became my only way out, a way out of my pain, anxiety and feelings of shame and unworthiness. I was completely trapped. I was able to go to school and hold a job, and it seemed like I had my life together but no one ever knew how starved of connection I was and how much love I needed. To make things worse, that led me to chose the wrong relationships for a long time.
I quit smoking and I fully recovered from my bulimia about 11 years ago. Today I only drink socially and in moderation. After my divorce, I enjoy a healthy lifestyle as a single mom with my two small kids.