For the past several months, I have not been in a good place. I joke a lot to mask the pain I deal with on a daily basis. I'm writing this for myself, to be honest with my loved ones, and for my future.
I have an eating disorder. I'm bulimic.
I have been in treatment for a few weeks now, having to relinquish power to my doctor and providers in hopes I can get a handle on this crippling disease.
Cell phones and social media are not allowed, but so you all know, I'm doing as best I can. I'll get through this. ... I may just be out of touch, but I'm in good hands.
When my son was born, seven years ago, I promised him I'd never lie to him. Nikko, you're the reason I'm on this earth. I love you, thank you for giving me the strength to keep on going. Thank you for choosing me to be your Daddy.