This, a photo of me dancing with my Dad, the year I graduated Grade 8… just eight months earlier, I lay in a hospital bed, eating, for the first time in four years.

Many of you know the first part of the story… (Part 2, to follow next month, about my relapse as a young married woman)… Sharing it again, a different angle, same shard of glass, and begging: forgive all of this brokenness??

I will bring you a happy post soon, and in the end, this one smiles, it really does, but there is pain, still… so be patient with me? ((Thank you))

And together, we journey…

Over to A Deeper Story.

(*please be warned; the first photo you’ll see is not a pretty one)