My Sweet Matthew's Response...

I asked my husband (via email) the following question about my blog this morning on the challenges of eating disorder recovery:

"Do you think my blog I posted today was too personal? I wanted to give an accurate account of recovery...for me anyway."

His response:

"I think this blog is supposed to be however you want it to be.  If voicing your opinion about things you will need to avoid helps you with coping, then I think you were right in writing what you did.  This blog is a sounding board, and a tool that you have created to help yourself, as well as help others. 
 
You have an amazing perspective that I can never truly understand, but can only hope to help you to the best of my abilities during our journey together.  I am always here for you, and I have come to understand that while I feel I know you inside and out, I can only know you from the point at which we met, and forward. I will never be able to understand what pain and trauma you have experienced which is why I try so hard for you to talk with me when you are upset.

So, no, I don’t think what you posted was too personal, there’s a strange calming effect when you tell absolute strangers a deep truth about yourself.  I think you are an amazing, beautiful woman who I have had the best luck in the world to have met, and become the mother of our daughter, best friend, and most importantly, my wife."
 
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My story of recovery is a story of hope - I didn't settle for living a life with an eating disorder, I didn't settle for a career, and I certainly didn't settle for a lifelong partner --- I'm lucky and very blessed <3 I have all of this because I knew somewhere deep down that I deserved it...that's where recovery begins.
 
 
 

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