I felt like people looked down on me. It was a difficult transition to make because I didn’t know how to stand with my own “enoughness” yet. I was used to using crutches like a “smart career”, or even overachieving at hobbies, to do that.
I started a portrait photography business to keep my brain and my creative side busy. The business did well and it fulfilled my need to stay busy with something that was creative and challenging, but the schedule was opposite of my husband’s since I had to work when he was home to take care of the kiddos, and I hated missing out on family time.
I had so much to be grateful for, and the guilt for wanting more was a heavy, recurrent theme. I had a beautiful family, a beautiful house, chickens, a horse, dogs, and nice vacations. Anything I wanted, within reason, wasn’t really out of my reach.
Yet, there was this voice that was telling me I wasn’t in the right place.
After the birth of my daughter, I struggled with postpartum depression and I had a relapse of my eating disorder. I had always vowed that I would never pass this horrible disease on to my kids, so I finally entered, and stuck with, treatment.
While eating-disordered thinking is something I’ll always need to be aware of, I made a full recovery, and I was starting to feel like I was on the right track. Still, I sensed that I hadn’t found my “more”.