My Naked Truth: Surviving Depression and Bulimia
I never thought I could write. I never thought I was good enough; I was not as smart as all those people who wrote beautiful books. I couldn’t even be compared to those who wrote not-so-good books, for that matter. I’ve never been anyone. Why would I have the talent to write a book?After ten years of saving my written thoughts in a box, I decided it was time to share my story. It was not easy to re-read what I wrote so many years ago, and it wasn’t easy to make it all sound coherent. In order to not lose the impact of the moment, I decided to use italic letters whenever I stay in my thoughts, and remove myself from the narrator’s shoes. You’ll see what I mean and will get used to it quickly, I hope.  So here we are – let me tell you my little story.