A very very long time ago, perhaps a few short weeks after I started this blog, I had stumbled upon a non-profit personal project that was in its starting stages.
After going along on my own, struggling in the depths of my mind and trying to make it through some of the darkest days of my eating disorder, I decided to contact the people in charge of this project, I was trying to reach out for help.
I was put on a list, along with many other girls and boys. There wasn't enough people helping with the project to meet the high need for the finished product sadly, so there was quite a wait.
A few years had past, I forgot all about the list and the project. I struggled quite a bit, getting better then getting worse. In the past year or so I've kept my head above water however and I've been working to get myself in a better mind set.
A few years had past, I forgot all about the list and the project. I struggled quite a bit, getting better then getting worse. In the past year or so I've kept my head above water however and I've been working to get myself in a better mind set.
Then, on a dark day after a stress filled week, right after a day of emotional eating and I was fighting old thoughts.. out of the blue, I got an email.
It was from one of the volunteers, asking if I still lived at my address in Revelstoke.
It was from one of the volunteers, asking if I still lived at my address in Revelstoke.
I just stared at the screen. I couldn't believe it.. After all this time, after all this fighting when I thought everyone forgot about this battle.. There was this group of people that still believed in me, and more importantly, my recovery.
I wrote her back, we exchanged a few emails, I thanked her endless in each message.. And, a week or so later, I got a package.
Inside the large manila envelope was something that brought tears to my eyes. Something hand made, with love, just for me.
Inside the large manila envelope was something that brought tears to my eyes. Something hand made, with love, just for me.
Her name is Caroline, she is my recovery buddy.
(not sure you can read the message she came with)
"Hello, my name is Caroline and I love butterflies.
Butterflies represent transformation.
They start out as a caterpillar, go into a cacoon,
and then they transform into something beautiful.
Let's go catch some butterflies."
"Hello, my name is Caroline and I love butterflies.
Butterflies represent transformation.
They start out as a caterpillar, go into a cacoon,
and then they transform into something beautiful.
Let's go catch some butterflies."
I just wanted to share her with you all. Something I've waited for so long for, made with love by people that are doing something so very beautiful and not asking for anything in return. These people are amazing, and truely wonderful. When ever I get scared, I hug her tight, and I think of all the friends that are counting on me, everyone that believes in me, and those people at the Recovery Buddy Project.
Everyone knows I can get better, that I can stay better. That everything is going to be okay.
Everyone knows I can get better, that I can stay better. That everything is going to be okay.
You can find the blog that I followed and contacted here.
