It's time...

I, Elise Wrolstad, hereby swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so help me God. Are you thinking what I’m thinking, has Elise cracked? Well, buckle up and enjoy the ride, have I got a story for you.

You see, I am on a mission to bring JOY and healing to anyone who reads this page. I am on a mission to Reclaim My JOY, to suck it in like an addict; the elixir consisting of pure Spirit filled exultation, gratitude and blessings. Are you ready?

Last summer I made the decision to take care of…. eh…. address…. err… heal an old injury. I sigh as I write this, as it is difficult for me to put this out into the universe---called the internet. It has been something I have kept “hidden” for over 40 years. But healing takes courage, to lay claim to monsters once kept quiet.

Last summer, I was diagnosed with Binge Eating Disorder, and since that diagnosis I have been experiencing an intense mind fuck of extraordinary proportions. Forgive my profanity, but shit’s real in my world at this time. But it’s a good type of shit, one that has stripped me down to my core, to come face to face with the scared child o’ mine inside.

It all started in college when I was running. My coach at the time meant no harm in his practice of weighing all of his runners. His mantra was “the lighter you are, the faster you run.” I took that to a whole new extreme. So, I beat the hell out of my body. I was able to run fast alright, but I paid a high price for it. At this juncture, I won’t get into the nitty gritty of it, but will eventually write about it in more of my posts.

You see, writing about my recovery is healing for me. My therapist is very encouraging and supportive with my endeavor.

My wish for this page and my writing is to bring healing and peace to others who struggle. You are not alone, you are loved, and always remember YOU are enough.