eating disorders
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difficult but not impossible…
“Oh, my Jenna, what did you do?” He sat there skimming through my records sent over by the other hospital. Those numbers and stats in which I took pride breaking his heart. I never could have imagined the ripple effect my quest would have – the cost not only that I would pay but others Continue reading
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my best yes…
“What can I get you two to eat?” the waiter asked as he approached us at the counter.“My treat. Get anything you like,” my friend said.I looked up from the menu at the waiter, “what do you recommend?”He listed off a few items; raved about one of the salad options and the pizza and the Continue reading
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seeing through the darkness…
“I am going to make a guess that you want to live in a cabin one day. One more rustic. A bit of age to it for enhanced character.”We were walking down the main street in Park City on the way to lunch – jumping around in conversation covering the many facets of life.“Ha, and Continue reading
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a priceless two cents…
“So, are you artsy at all?”The question was bound to be asked given we just spent the last hour viewing and analyzing hundreds of paintings and sculptures.“Well, I can draw an art gallery worthy stick figure,” I joke. “But words are more my outlet for creativity.”“I recall you mentioning being a writer at the wedding. Continue reading
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the release of butterflies…
“I like this one,” I said standing in front of a print with five horses galloping in the sand.We were walking through our fifth gallery. I asked him to lead every aspect of the day, with him being the local and me the tourist. Lately he had become interested in art so we spent the Continue reading
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when trauma meets its redemption…
Every Wednesday at 10:30AM was cooking class at the inpatient facility.I remember that mostly because I still get anxious when the clock hands hit the 10 and 6 every week.Subconsciously so.Trauma is a tricky thing.–There were a few classes out of the umpteen I took in the 12 years of being a “revolving door” patient Continue reading
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a thousand failed attempts to reach home…
The last writing left off on the realization while preparing for my road trip that the last time I packed for such an extended period of time was when going to treatment in 2014.Those two events may seem drastically different, but they shared common causes.–To heal.To aid in the becoming of my most authentic self.To Continue reading
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the suitcase…
I was packing my suitcase for my road trip when it hit me.The overwhelming realization that the last time I packed for this length of time was seven and a half years ago.Traveling north to a place to get my life back.And here I am embarking on a trip to make the most of that Continue reading
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the dance…
“Would you like to dance?” he asked with one arm outstretched towards me, the other behind his back.I had been saving this life experience, my first slow dance with a man, for a specific someone.It was to be an act of redemption for an experience that passed us by twelve years ago at that point Continue reading
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the world needs you in it…
March 2021 – a glimpse into my hidden truth. The “lost months” I will now refer to them as.–I laid in bed for days – despondent. Depressed. Discarded.Only vacating the confines of my home for the morning coffee outing made mandatory by a friend.“The world needs you in it. Even if just for five minutes,” Continue reading
About Me
I am a woman on a mission to turn her pain into purpose using her passion for writing. This blog is the journey of my becoming, excerpts from the pages of my book of life – the good and bad and everything in between – written with the intent to heal, to guide, to inspire…
I write to document the tale of a heroine slaying every dragon that comes her way for she knows she is the only one who can save herself.
I write to tell the story of a woman brought back to life; a chronicle of rebirth to show the power of hope and redemption.
I write to give meaning to every yes spoken – whether in shouts or whispers, in fear or bravery.
I write to share with the world the story of what happens when one believes in the beauty of a better tomorrow. What happens when one refuses to settle for anything less than butterflies. What happens when a mere spark you defiantly declined to let go out ignites into an inferno.
I write to open the eyes of all those who feel like the victim in their own story to see that they are not helpless or damaged or weak. They are in control. They have everything within to become the victor.
I write to speak life into the grieving to allow words laced in truth and love to mend the wounds inhibiting the heart from moving forward.
I write for the invisible to feel seen. I write to lead us all on the journey to the happily ever after….it is waiting to be lived by each of us <3
Clandestine Confessions 