Writing has always been important to me. Maybe it was just a coincidence, but I started keeping a journal when I started college, the same time anorexia took over my life. College, unfortunately, created an environment that had zero accountability and a whole lot more triggers and stress. I ended up journaling a lot about my struggles and have about two years worth of writing about the hell I went through.
I think writing was my way to attempt to make sense of the chaos and despair the eating disorder created. Writing was also something I did when I was isolated, and was an excellent alternative to engaging in disordered eating behavior. As I got back in touch with myself and started living my life again, I found I had less to write and was spending less time on the computer. In a way, it’s come full circle, because here I am keeping a blog, but it’s much different. I’ve said the journal was therapeutic, but writing these days is something I do for the sake of doing it.




