Honestly, there were several times in my life where I realized after the fact how strong I was to make it through a particularly terrible time. I could talk a lot about recent years, but I think I will talk about the first time.
Halfway through college, my eating disorder consumed my life. For weeks and then months, I would not eat through the week and then binge on the weekends. I got to the point where I was sleepy all the time and large chunks of hair were falling out. My skin stopped healing.
I was supposed to study abroad, but I had to cancel it in the end because I could barely make it through a day without wanting to pass out. So I cancelled it and decided to stay and my health kept failing because now I am very depressed. I had always dreamed about studying abroad.
My mom is furious and basically tells me not to come home if I was going to throw away all my schooling. I did not do that. I took that semester off, moved in with my boyfriend, and enrolled in his school for a couple quarters to earn elective credits so I could graduate on time.
I got a job and was working forty plus hours a week. Without health insurance, I suffered through my eating disorder without professional help. I got As and one B in all my classes and recouped my credits when I returned to my college the next fall.
To this day, I am not sure how I physically lived through it all. There was a moment when I stopped sleeping as well. Through the family drama, the school juggling, and having to pay for everything, I made it in mostly one piece.
It was an incredibly destructive moment in my life that I eventually pulled myself together and brute forced my way through. My life was never the same after that. I was so scared at the time and I am not even going into how abusive that relationship turned out to be. I sorted it all out and I pulled out a win, such as It was.
Mother of Trauma 
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