Hello,

My name is Corrina Jones and I am 22 years old. I am currently doing one of the hardest things in my life; asking for help. I was raised in a loving family that values and encourages hard work, education, spending time together and caring for others. I have been fortunate for my life to include a large group of individuals who have helped me grow into and through those values. Unfortunately my life was greatly impacted by the sudden loss of the person who taught me the most and my best friend on the planet; my father. He raised a girl with hope and passion and plenty of curiosity and charisma, whose goal was to be the President of the United States. However, once he was gone I didn’t do one thing, the hardest thing I could do, ask for help. Shortly after I was a victim of a sexual assault. When I reached out for help it was denied and I was unsure of where to turn so I continued to progress in my schooling and to work. This amongst other struggles with mental health and traumatic instances would lead me to my greatest challenge yet. The beginning to my struggle with anorexia nervosa was soon after the assault as a healthy way to lose weight and feel slightly less secure about myself. What was, at first, a very successful journey, turned into a nearly four year struggle. I have recently found myself coming dangerously close to being one of the 10,200 people a year who lose their battle to this illness. However, I find this task of asking for financial help during the time required to be out of work as my body begins to heal, to be one of the hardest but necessary asks for help I have made. I am grateful beyond words for the outpouring of love, support and encouragement. I am strongly motivated through the feeling of being so fortunate to not only heal myself but also, support any individual going through similar challenges. Please reach out to help you trust. You are worth it, you are not a burden, and there is hope. Thank you again for all of the love, prayers, and kind thoughts I have received so far and continue to receive. The ability to finally feel heard are why I chose to not be claimed by anorexia.