A Sense of Belonging
I
’m a food addict who travels a lot. As I write this, I am in Canada, taking a quiet moment before my workday starts up. We had a long drive here yesterday from Massachusetts and at several points along the way, we drove through towns where I knew fellow recovering food addicts. The thought of each of these people made me smile and filled me with sweet memories of the last 12 years of my life in recovery. Then my thoughts brought me to places all over the world where I know recovering food addicts, and I was overwhelmed with the awe of our program. Wherever I go, there will always be someone there to greet me with
open arms, to share in the gratitude of simple weighed and measured food, and freedom from the bonds of food addiction. My thoughts turned to a woman who called me from Nigeria and to other members who work the Food Addicts in Recovery Anonymous (FA) program, seemingly in total isolation. But no matter where we are, we stay connected—to each other and to God. The distance and the time zones seem to vanish in the depth of our connections. I am so grateful for a way of life that brings me daily moments of awe, gratitude, and a sense of belonging—no matter where I am. Diana B., Massachusetts, US
DEB H, MA
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May 2022
