I felt it immediately. In my body. In my brain. Every urge to do dysfunctional things with food was gone. I was free. And here’s the thing. My freedom didn’t come from my camping out in that church balcony feeling gross. Acknowledging worst-ness alone doesn’t bring freedom from anything. The “I’m the worst” realization is the starting point. The next step, the repentance, the turning toward the One Who is Good, is what unlocks the freedom.
