My credentials in developing these breakthroughs

I struggled with bulimia, alcoholism and addiction for 13 years before I woke up and decided to grab what was left of my life and make it count.

Born and raised in a small town near Munich, Germany, I was fascinated by art. I grew into a career of floral artistry with my talent for color, design and my love of flowers. I created beautiful displays for weddings and other special occasions.

Everything was available to me for a happy life, if I had not been seduced by alcohol, drugs, and my desire to be a slender beauty. I had struggled with my weight since I was very young.  My self-esteem suffered from childhood abuse as well, and that started me down the dangerous road to bulimia.

Thirteen long, miserable years I spent trying to make myself happy while coping with these disorders. My life was a series of drunken stupors and accidents.

 I ignored the messages my body was sending me to stop destroying myself and get help

Yes, my body was constantly crying out for help. Like the time I was so drunk that I fell off my bed, dropped six feet to the floor and broke my back.

The addict mentality latches on to the illusion of being in control, even when seriously impaired. I knew how to function in my environment as long as nothing unexpected came up, and was known by my concern for others’ well-being. 

Unfortunately, on this occasion, the ladder I depended on was not attached to anything, and I watched myself go down, helpless to stop my fall. I was too impaired to react and save myself.

I had a predisposition for addiction and was sensitive to sugar, alcohol and recreational drugs.

Yet once I started down this road, I couldn’t figure out how to turn around. And at first, I didn’t want to – the drugs and alcohol made me forget my unhappiness.

I was lucky to have a family who loved me and stood by me. Without the help of my parents and brother, I never would have made it.

They helped me find a treatment center in Florida where I spent several months in recovery, rediscovering my inner strength.

Dragging myself out of this self-made abyss of bulimia and addiction wasn’t easy, but I was very determined. I looked back at my wasted years and knew what I had to do.

I also had a burning desire to help others avoid the nightmares I had lived through. I wanted to share what I had learned with others suffering the same agony.