For a long time, I was caught in a cycle of eating disorders and alcoholism—trying to numb the pain, trying to find control, trying to feel enough. On the surface, I may have looked fine, but inside, I was crumbling. Shame, guilt, and isolation became my normal. I was exhausted—physically, emotionally, and spiritually.
I tried everything to fix myself. But no diet, no drink, no self-help solution could fill the emptiness inside me. I felt like I was slowly dying, and in so many ways, I was.
I hated myself so much that I starved my body down to about 75 pounds and began cutting my body up as a way to punish myself because I truly believed I was a bad person; that I was damaged goods and that I didn’t deserve to be alive.
One day, as I sat inside a locked eating disorder facility, staring at a glass of Ensure and refusing to drink the nutrients my body so desperately needed, God met me! It was in that place of brokenness, that He gave me the hope, truth, and love I had been so desperately searching for.
In the stillness of that room, I heard Him whisper, “This isn’t the life I have made for you.” It wasn’t a voice of condemnation—it was love, deep and unmistakable. “You were created for more. You were made on purpose, for a purpose.”
The eating disorder and alcoholism had taken so much from me—my joy, my health, my identity. I had been chasing control, trying to fill a void that nothing in this world could satisfy. But Jesus met me right there in my mess—not to shame me, but to rescue me.
John 10:10 says, “The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy. I came that they may have life and have it abundantly.” And that’s exactly what He did—He took the broken pieces of my life and began to make something new. He showed me that true freedom isn’t found in the perfect body or a numbed-out escape—it’s found in Him.
That’s why Easter means so much to me- it’s more than a holiday- Its a reminder that redemption isn’t just a possibility—it’s a promise. Because He lives, I live. Because He conquered death, I can walk in freedom. My story is proof that resurrection still happens.
I still walk the road of recovery, but I walk it now with hope, with purpose, and with the One who overcame the grave living inside of me!