Dear Friends,

Our paths towards healing can be as individualized as we are, and in my own battle with bulimia and depression, treatment and professional help were vital.

But I also needed an extraordinary kind of love. A love that didn’t care how many times I binged and purged the night before, or what size clothes I wore, or how many people I had let down. A love that was stoked whenever I had treats in my pocket. A love that stank sometimes. A love that not only took me as I was, but inspired me to be better.

I found this love while working at my local animal shelter, and today, seven years free from bulimia, shelter dogs continue to soften my heart and feed my soul. In case animals might help to better your life, too, I’ve included information on wonderful animal welfare organizations, as well as eating disorder resources and support.