I always struggled with my weight but covered it up by striving to be a good Christian girl. At 12 years old, I was introduced to bulimia by a basketball teammate. I innocently tried it, and soon it took control over my life. I sought help from nutritionists and counselors and was even put on depression medication—but nothing worked.
I convinced myself that if I could just graduate from college, get married and become a teacher, the depression would go away and I would love myself. After getting a couple of D’s my junior year due to the darkness I was entrenched in, my mom gave me an ultimatum. We found out about Mercy Multiplied online, and I applied. While on the waiting list, I was in a car accident and felt as if I was at the end of my rope. Three hours later, I received a phone call from Mercy Multiplied saying I had been accepted. Continue reading “Cacey’s Story”
At the age of four I remember looking in the mirror and thinking my legs and stomach looked fat, and by the time I was eleven I stopped eating. I loved sports and would exercise constantly. My parents took me to a doctor who diagnosed me with anorexia. 
When I was very young, I was sexually abused by a family member. At that same time, my grandparents died. I didn’t understand what was happening and I began to distance myself from everyone. My parents divorced and things got worse. 
I was sexually abused at a young age and quickly learned how to keep secrets. I was molested, abused, and raped multiple times throughout my life and used drugs, alcohol, and self-harm to cope. I also attended a strong performance-based school where I developed an eating disorder. 
When I was in 8th grade, my family split up and I moved in with my mom. I was very depressed and believed my family didn’t really want me. My senior year of high school, I dropped out and moved in with my boyfriend. I got pregnant and decided to give my baby boy up for adoption, but I was devastated. 
Growing up, my family went through multiple divorces. We moved a lot and I had no real sense of family. I began to self-harm at the age of 13. I didn’t have anyone I felt I could talk to so I used the physical pain to deal with my emotional pain. Soon, I was cutting every day. At the age of 14, I was sexually abused by a much older man in my community. 
I grew up in a tense home environment with an emotionally absent father and a physically ill mother and I felt it was my job to play peacekeeper. Over time, I began to isolate myself. I rarely received affirmation from my father so I convinced myself that I didn’t want or need it. I felt my worth was in performing well in music and academics. 
As a child, I was sexually abused but I didn’t tell anyone in my family. I was 8 years old when I started restricting my food and by the age of 10, I was using self-harm daily. At 13, I was raped by a group of boys and became pregnant. I miscarried right before my 14th birthday and one week later, I attempted suicide for the first time. 
I was sexually and physically abused at a young age. I developed an eating disorder as a result and was throwing up 15 to 30 times a day. My life was out of control and I didn’t want to think or feel so I drank alcohol constantly. I knew I needed help, but I didn’t have enough money for treatment anywhere. 
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