My name, in case you hadn’t already guessed, is Alexis. Depending on which language you look at, my name means either “strong warrior” or “defender, helper”. Both of which, I cling to as part of my identity as a person.
I am a Canadian transplant, well, wannabe transplant and current international student studying social work at a small Christian college in Massachusetts. I plan to go to grad school to get my Masters in Social Work and my ultimate career goal is to be a trauma therapist.
I thrive when I’m connected – to my friends, my family, in my workplace, at my church, and above all else, to God. Isolation is my enemy, and it’s one that I have to continuously choose to fight each day. Because relationships are so important to me, they can also be absolutely terrifying.
Aside from that, I’m learning. I’m learning about who I am; about where I fit in the world. I’m learning how to interact with everyday things in entirely new ways. Right now, I am in the process of learning how to live a healthy life for the first time ever. I’m in recovery from an eating disorder that I’ve had for nearly fourteen years, and each day that I get up and consistently eat my food and use my words is an active demonstration of my choice to be in the world in a healthy way.
Part of my learning thus far has been writing. When I put words on a page, I’m able to process and make sense of the world. When I share my writing with people, I feel so vulnerable, but I also feel entirely seen and known, and for the most part, loved. This blog is an extension of the learning I’ve already done. I want to chronicle this process of stepping into a whole new world, and all the choices, obstacles, and victories that come along with it. This blog is not a recovery blog – but this is a place for me to share revelations about my recovery.This is a place where I am allowing myself to own my story.
In the words of Brene Brown (whose work I am a huge fan of. Check her out, yo!), “Owning our story can be hard but not nearly as difficult as spending our lives running from it. Embracing our vulnerabilities is risky but not nearly as dangerous as giving up on love and belonging and joy—the experiences that make us the most vulnerable. Only when we are brave enough to explore the darkness will we discover the infinite power of our light.”
This is a place where I am brave.