for my research i researched NEDA or national eating disorder association.
More: since 2001 NEDA has won 1 award. that award is the inspire award. they won that award because they inspired many people to help others who have eating disorder.
As I pack my bag I cannot breathe. Tears are streaming down my face. I feel sick. I don’t want to go, but I know I have to. There’s no alternative. Not, if I want to live. It’s March 23rd, 2011 - the day I finally take my life in my own hands and begin to fight for my dreams, my hopes, my identity and my life. It’s the beginning of a journey towards health, healing and growing up.
When I look back and remember the lost girl I was on March 23rd 2011, I want to reach out to her, take her in my arms, squeeze her tight and tell her that it will be OK. I would tell her that she won’t lose herself. Anorexia will. I would tell her that there are many yet undiscovered or covered abilities, talents and passions inside that are just waiting for anorexia to disappear in order to burst out and blossom.
I would tell her that eating can be fun and that it will get easier every single day if you just keep at it. I’d whisper in her ear that nobody will judge her because she gains weight and lives inside her natural body. I’d reinforce her by promising that letting go of this part of her life will present amazing opportunities and a future she could have never dreamt of. I’d dream with her of all the journeys she is going to take: from America, to Australia, to Bali and the South of France.
I’d be proud of her because she was going to become a very active eating disorder advocate and she was going to help hundreds of sufferers around the world. I’d praise her for building up the courage for starting a podcast in the hopes of reaching the soul of another girl or boy who’s in need. I’d take her by my hand and show her that workouts can be fun and that it’s not about the calories burnt, but about the movement, and the connection with the body.
I’d create the picture inside her mind that despite her feeling like her life was going to end, it was only now starting. And I’d be cheering her on every single day, whenever she was struggling, hoping to give her an extra ounce of motivation and energy to keep on going. Yes, that’s what I’d do. But I would also lie in bed next to her, stroking her hair and telling her that it is alright to cry, to let it all out, to be scared, petrified even and to feel completely overwhelmed.
Emotions are good, necessary even, when trying to recover. I wish I had known that earlier. I wish I could’ve realized that emotions aren’t a sign of weakness, not a threat, but a way of healing your broken soul. The journey towards health is paved with the unknown, the scary, the challenge and the fear, but it’s worth walking it.
The transformation that will take place inside of you is worth the risk, the tears and the difficult but life-saving weight gain. The terrified, heartbroken, sick girl I was on March 23rd 2011 is long gone. The insecure, weary of life, hardly sane and hurt little girl has transformed into a self-confident, energetic, joyful and active young woman that is ready to face every challenge life puts in her way.
This girl, the bright and happy young woman, is you. She’s slumbering inside of you, desperately waiting for you to take a leap of faith and trust that you can recover too. (you can read this on their wbsite)
you can help by having fundraisers telling family or friends. or you can also help by joining and raising awareness next year with national eating disorder awareness week on Feb 21-27 because just 3 minutes a day can change a life