Last week I opened up about some of my core issues on my guest post at VMac and Cheese.  The positive response was overwhelming, including gracious comments and heartfelt emails.  So ya’ll, this blog is about to get real.  And when I say real, I mean I am going to be honest and forthcoming with you.  If you have been following along with the Buckets and Bunches, you know I had to change my wedding date because of “life.” Life this year included hitting rock bottom with depression, anxiety, self-harm, and an eating disorder that I have been struggling with almost my entire life.  It was almost exactly a year ago when David made a call to my parents and they began staying with me while he traveled and together we started looking for a solution (again).  I lived in terror of the world and myself.  Looooong story short, I checked into an inpatient program near Philadelphia at the end of February and began a difficult journey to recovery.  I stayed in Philly for six weeks, spent another four weeks in a day program in Dallas, and finally returned to Houston for an Intensive Out Patient program focusing on dialectical behavior therapy.  And somewhere around the end of the summer, I began to see changes.  Or rather, I began to make changes.