The eating disorder has taught me to worry. I overthink, lose sleep - and when it panics, I panic.

Sharing recovery highs is one thing - admitting to slipping up is shameful, weak, even.

The launch of my business - I'd be lying if I said I was happy with where it is today in 2020.

I am scared and embarrassed to admit to my slip-ups, failures, in recovery. Here's the truth.

Food should be earned and energy burnt off. Is there really any other way?

Living with an eating disorder is like having a second job. The worst boss.

In May 2020, I admitted to my family and friends that I have been living with an eating disorder for over eight years.