me. Coming from a denominational background in which the people did not believe in the gifts of the Holy Spirit, I did not understand what was available. Sunday after Sunday I would approach the altar, begging God to help me progress. I had tried with all my might to fully recover, only to propel backward again. My weight had stabilized at ninety pounds, but I still frequented the old habits of laxative and drug abuse. I was older now, weary and worn down from the emotional and physical struggle. Mine had been a seven-year battle with anorexia, bulimia, death wishes and struggles for survival
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