Yesterday marked eighteen years since I dropped out of college. I desperately needed treatment for an eating disorder and depression, though I didn’t realize that until a chance encounter with a fictional police detective, Victor Hugo’s Javert, opened my eyes. A few years ago, I published an account on Mary DeMuth’s blog. This is the opening. Enjoy!
The darkness in the crowded theater thickened around me as I watched Les Miserables on stage. I was a college sophomore, a straight A student, a young woman who berated herself for every nuance of the law that she broke—and the perfect anorexic.
With every meal I skipped, with every laxative swallowed, with every binge, the distance between me and God grew thicker until I saw only darkness. (Read the rest here.)