ABOUT ME

the short & sweet:  

I'm Christine!

an Oregon-grown, recent BYU grad

lover of mountains and national parks
diet coke enthusiast
& currently studying for CPA exams before I start my big girl accounting job!

the long & juicy: 

When I was 17, my friend and I started blogs. It became a fun and (rather embarrassing) creative outlet as we posted over-edited pictures and thoughts about teenage-hood and Oregon mountains. Once I started college at Brigham Young University, I committed to document the everyday details of my new, exciting life on my own. It became a sort of photo journal for a few years and I was pretty good at making sure not a single hike or late night at the library went undocumented. 

Fast forward to June 2019 sitting on my couch one evening when, with shaky hands, I decided to hit "publish" on a story that was different than anything I had shared before: the story of my eating disorder. Suddenly my deepest, most shameful secret was out in the open. The outcome of that decision and the reaction that proceeded it was both unanticipated and transformative. The terror of vulnerability I felt soon gave way to an overwhelming sense of courage and empowerment. As I starting receiving scores of messages from people who resonated with my story, a fire was lit within me and I decided I would never stop talking about this important topic. So I haven't since! If I'm ever sleep deprived, it's probably because I felt called to write and couldn't stop until it was all on the page.

"When you shatter the shame and begin sharing your story, a thousand chains will fall off people you've never met." 

Oh and perhaps the most important piece of context about me and this blog: I'm a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. It's my whole life. I was born into a God-fearing family and my parents taught me about Jesus Christ from a young age. My faith has grown from a small seed to a mid-sized shrub and I'm working on getting it to the size of a redwood tree. It's a journey.

Life is freaking hard but even in the darkest stages of my eating disorder when I felt like God had abandoned me, I received so many tender mercies that led me back to His love and comfort.

When I write, I see His hand in my life. I make connections I would have never made otherwise. I feel His love and I receive little promptings that help me to move forward.

So I keep writing.

Thanks for being here.