| Monica's Story | Anorexia & Bulimia Nervosa | |
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Hello, I am sharing one of my many poems that I have written throughout my anorexia/bulimia. I was sixteen and now I am thirty four and just starting to feel some recovery. As I lay her I fear, I doubt. I think about What the past was. What the present is. What the future will be. I question what is my mission? on this great planet? What difference, What purpose? What was the reason for my birth? I fear what is to become of me For I am lost. I am in search for the light. Whether it be here or across the sea I am longing to find the self in me. I remember in the beginning, No encouragement and no independence. Now, I doubt my knowledge, my talents or my capabilities. However, I wait for the day that I may recognize my hidden gifts and express my true self Freely and soulfully. I have positive feelings that the day is nearing. By trusting in God and having faith I will have strength to look at the past. It is all good and I will learn from my past and my present. I visualize my wings, extended in full flight. As if released from bondage no longer cramped, no longer curled. I will fly and be a messenger of good will. Thank you for this opportunity, Monica Ibarra-Robbins |
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