No, the title isn’t a reference to myself (although I am only five feet tall and only sometimes sweet): just a description of the nature of this post (said the long-winded, tangent-writing, nonsense-making blogger). I came to the library to check my e-mail and could not believe that I received comments from some of my blog idols. It’s obviously not such a huge deal to most bloggers (being that they receive 100X the amount of traffic that I do within the first five minutes of publishing) but to me, it means the absolute world! I embarked on this “blog mission” with the hope of tackling some of my most challenging eating disorder behaviors. Throughout my recovery (all eight years of it and counting) my peers, therapists, family, mentors, etc. have encouraged me to journal. I wouldn’t be exaggerating if I said that my bookshelves contain roughly 20+ mostly blank journals (with the one or two doodles/telephone messages scattered throughout). I blame it on my commitment issues. While I thoroughly how journaling would be a liberating and cathartic tool for recovery purposes, I just can’t seem to make a habit of it. I expected this blog to travel a similar path to my dusty tangible versions of a Blog. But something about getting a few bits of feedback in my inbox this morning was really the inspiration I needed to keep at this writing thing and hope that this motivation expands to the rest of my recovery.
In essence, this post is a thank you letter. A thank you to commenters, readers, dare-I-say God(?) for giving me the little glimmer of faith that I needed to face the day and shun my deamons. So… thanks.