Slowly, the loving voices of friends and family are drowned out by the unrelenting voices of an eating disorder.
Chastising her for the sip of ice coffee while out with friends.
Berating him for the nibble of challah at Shabbos lunch.
Mocking her every time she passes a mirror.
Haranguing him until he completes just one more rep of push-ups…
Powerless in their lonely struggle, they are certain there is no way out.
That no one hears their silent cries.
But, they’re wrong.
Magen Avrohom does.
Today, I am a man!
I don’t see someone who lives from one binge to the next or someone who is a slave to a monster in their mind. For the first time ever, I see myself as strong. I am someone who has taken control of a difficult situation and chosen life. Looking back, I’m overcome with gratitude to have been given the tools to recover, because while an eating disorder is painful, so is recovery. Thank you Magen Avrohom for giving me the keys!