In 2016, PTSD reared its ugly head. I relapsed and fell hard into the grips of my eating disorder and major clinical depression. While what happened over the next couple of years was some of the hardest stuff I’ve ever experienced, it was also the period of time that everything changed. Everything.

God used 152 days in residential treatment to save my life and open my eyes to the fact that I was one of the 2% of people who struggle with an eating disorder who could get the help that I needed long enough for lasting recovery. It was through my own recovery journey that Bring Your Brokenness was conceptualized.

Beginning in the form of a blog, I shared my story in an effort to be an example of what it is to be vulnerable through honesty and transparency. As people connected, we launched support groups and incorporated to form a 501(c)3 organization. God gave me a dream of opening a nonprofit residential treatment facility where people can get the help they deserve regardless of how much money or insurance they have. That dream is being realized through The Charis House, a residential facility for adult women who struggle with eating disorders. An adolescent home will follow one day soon.

My prayer was and continues to be that others will bring their brokenness and join me in mine, because there is power in connection. I love that God takes the hard and allows me to comfort others in their brokenness with the comfort that I have received in mine. I pray that the fingerprints of God’s faithfulness, love, and sovereignty are abundantly evident in every part of the ministry of Bring Your Brokenness.

I can’t believe that He is allowing me to be a part of the work that He is doing through this ministry.