Helle Worte an dunklen Tagen

Over the years, during which I vegetated emotionally manipulated by my eating disorder, fragments of thoughts and short texts flooded my notebook. Because I love words, but I didn't always have the capacity to express them verbally in a somewhat understandable sentence. Because I'm not good at speaking. Instead, I prefer to write. Not about numbers, unhealthy eating habits, or hospital stays that have already taken up too much space. No! I weave a blanket for you and me from the red thread of my hope by writing down the words that my former, desperate self would have loved to read: the truth marked by illness with a focus on encouraging motivators - and not on even more numbers.

You can't always name everything. Sometimes, you're just glad to capture your thoughts, organize them, and then give them a better place.