“Spirituality is recognizing and celebrating that we are all inextricably connected to each other by a power greater than all of us, and that our connection to that power and to one another is grounded in love and compassion. Practicing spirituality brings a sense of perspective, meaning, and purpose to our lives.”
I had therapy today, and I’ve been doing better and growing a lot but I told her how it feels like no matter what progress I make, it always feels like there are more layers underneath. One of those layers is the belief that I don’t deserve to exist. We talked about where it came from, and my parents and childhood. With other beliefs like ‘not good enough’, I can now debunk and ignore, the ‘undeserving‘ belief is so deep rooted. She asked me to apply that to others- what would make someone unworthy of life? I truly believe I cannot determine someone’s worth. It’s not my place to say that a person doesn’t deserve life. She asked me, so why do I do that to myself? I said that my parents treated me like I was unworthy, so I have to be. She asked if I could see that perhaps my parents didn’t meet my emotional needs, not because I was a bad person or ‘not good enough’… probably not even because of any reasons related to me as a person, but rather them and their circumstances. I think, yeah, I can definitely see it because my parents don’t even take care of their own emotional needs so they wouldn’t think of mine. But still, I cannot shake it off, this deep deep wound. I didn’t want to open up too much during the session though, I didn’t feel ready to explore that? Anyway, she said when we have fractured attachments, we often base our worth on how we are treated in our relationships but the truth is, not all our relationships will meet our emotional needs. Also, by trying to protect ourselves, we deny ourselves the full experience of relationships including pain and fear and rejection, and creating distance in a relationship can impact the other person as well. She also got me to recognize that this belief feels very true but it comes from the narrative I’ve had growing up and not having emotional needs met.
It’s very very loud in my brain but it’s a false belief, and she said “you can remind yourself that your brain is repeating this, but it is repeating something false and repeating it more doesn’t make it right”.
I told her how I’ve recently realized the importance of being secure in myself? I know that I can’t ever fully feel safe and secure in relationships if I don’t feel safe in myself first. I have to accept myself first and allow myself to be, to build a home within myself. She agreed that this internal resiliency can be help, and that I actually can cope with uncertainty and pain in relationships/attachment issues. Because I so often feel like I’m putting up a facade, with people, with myself, and the only way to heal that is to heal the dissociation with myself. She also mentioned ways of finding self compassion, and I said what helps is writing to myself at another point in time, regardless of past-me or future-me. I realized, that under the screaming beliefs of unworthy/bad/awful, I do have a lot of love and compassion for myself because I have a lot of love and compassion for others, and a lot of love and compassion in general. So I do have that capacity. I just can’t ever feel it in the moment because the beliefs are so loud. I told her how I can believe others, I can believe they care about me, I can see that maybe my beliefs are false. She mentioned that was a lot of progress for me, even just being able to find compassion, because a few years ago I couldn’t see any way that my negative beliefs might be false.
I feel like I’ve really moved forward in terms of mental and emotional progress but behaviorally I still get really stuck, which is strange because for many people the behavioral aspect of recovery comes first. She said that “the way you’ve learnt to cope with emotions, is through rationalizing it because you’re such an intellectual person. But just because you’re able to rationalize it, doesn’t make it any easier for you. in fact, it can make things harder sometimes. have some of that self compassion for yourself”. Just because I know what recovery ‘should’ be doesn’t make it easier for me. She said “this is going to be really really hard for you and that’s how it is and the more we can accept that, the easier it is for us.” I brought up that mentally I can understand things and fight the thoughts but physically, the anxiety around food gets so intense. Even talking about it makes me anxious and she said she could see that through my body language. She mentioned that “it’s going to take a while for your body to catch up with you mentally” and the hard part is that there’s nothing I can do to control it or help myself, except to accept it and tolerate it and not to make it worst.
“Recovery is not easy, it is hard for you and it is okay that it is hard.”
I told her how I realize humans suck at acknowledging we aren’t in control of much in life, and how we feel the need to be in control. I still find myself constantly wanting to be sick, and I don’t know why. She said there can be a lot of comforts, and with anorexia the ‘pros’ can be very alluring and it’s often a quick fix in the short term. It’s easier to skip a meal or exercise for a few hours to feel better about yourself than to tolerate the uncertainty of not knowing, or the discomfort of feeling. With any dysfunctional coping skill, it’s often efficient and she said it’s really really hard recognizing that your coping skills aren’t helping you, because that means you’re left with nothing for a while. But I do think she believes I can do it. She said that “especially as we grow older, the uncertainty in life only grows and we never really know how well we’re doing, and that’s scary. One of the best and hardest things you can do for yourself, allowing yourself to learn to tolerate uncertainty. Because we’re never really in control anyway, and even if you don’t want to tolerate it, it’s still going to be there.” I said that’s true and I realize if I’m not allowing something to ‘be’, then I’m running away from it and I’m tired of running. I need to accept, to be.
In terms of behavioral changes though, I told her I didn’t know what is the right amount to push myself and my thoughts are still very black & white. She said that for me, she wanted to push me to learn to see the value in small steps and find balance, to do something that makes me uncomfortable but not too uncomfortable, to think of small steps I can take every single day. She mentioned if I think ‘I’m a failure’, or ‘this is so disordered, what’s the point’, or ‘this isn’t good enough’, such sweeping statements are often b/w. She said she can empathize, because she’s an extreme person as well and it’s hard to find balance. She says this a lot- it’s not a sprint, it’s a marathon and taking small steps is better than pushing myself to take a huge leap and then getting scared and running back. She said she’s already seen small steps in terms of my behavioral changes, even in things like talking to people. She agreed that I am pretty good at catching my black & white thinking, but the next step would be to not respond to it. I’m going to try to focus on that I think, and push myself to make small changes, steps I can take everyday or consistently.
I need to let go of my perfectionist expectations, and part of black and white thinking is the expectation that recovery should be easy, or smooth, or perfect. I have to let go of ‘shoulds’ as well, and accept that I will feel awful and it will be hard and that’s okay. I have to accept that my best is enough, I am enough, small steps are enough. I do not have to be perfect to be good enough.
It’s funny how truly shocked I am when people express positive opinions of me, and how it touches my heart because I never expect anyone to care about me or think of me as anything but awful. My therapist has said multiple times, that I’m a likeable person. She said that I’m kind and compassionate and empathetic, that she knows I said I don’t want to ever be in a relationship because of my trauma but I deserve fulfilling relationships and anyone would be lucky to have me as a partner, that she finds it hard to believe that people would hate me and that I’m smart and intuitive and insightful and I have so much ahead of me if I recover. My art therapist, even though I’ve only known her a few months, said that she really liked working with me because I was perceptive and intuitive, that I simply have a way of understanding and perceiving things, that she likes what I write and the art I create, that my emotions make me who I am.
Not to mention my friends- twinnie has seen me at all of my lowest points and is still here- if I was really such a bad and ugly person, she wouldn’t have stayed. Cal said something that stuck with me, along the lines of ‘I want you to be okay because you matter a lot to me’ and that just hit me, because I never thought of myself as anything but worthless. Cal has been such an important part of my life and stuck by through this entire process of opening up. She said I was a hard person to hate and my friends seconded that. Sara said that I deserved to treat my body well and take care of it, that I deserved better in life, that I was so strong for going through all of this and her classic ‘you’re such a nice person’ line. Cheryl, whom I’ve only met once irl, literally sat down and said that I deserved to be happy, that I was wise for my age, that I was smart and sensitive and had so much ahead of me, that I was so so strong and I truly deserved to recover- it meant so much to me, to have someone ‘new’ in my life say that? Because she has nothing to gain out of it, she didn’t have to say that, she didn’t have to like me, but she did. Jolyn, whom I’ve met in day program, said that I was kind and lovely and strong, that I deserve to be happy, that she was glad to have met me. She didn’t have to like me either but she did. All of my online friends, kelly/amanda/char/eunice have seen the worst, most shameful parts of me and they somehow still care about me. In the eulogies they’ve written, they’ve all had a common thread, they’ve all said that I was kind, compassionate, worthy, a good friend. Actually, all the fake-eulogies I got from people really did touch me and help me.
I have lived my entire life believing with all of my heart that I am bad and unworthy and disgusting and ugly and unloved and worthless and undeserving and stupid and awful and too emotional and too much and too fat and never ever good enough or perfect enough. I have lived my entire life with the internal compass of ‘I am a bad person, I am not good enough, I do not deserve to exist, nobody will ever love me’ and I have lived my entire life trying to fix myself. I have always believed that if people saw the ‘real me’, nobody would like me, nobody would want to be here- after all, who would care about someone so bad and ugly and awful? I’ve always, always felt like a lie and facade. That people don’t see the ‘real me’, people don’t see how awful of a person I am. I thought if people saw just how much pain I carry, if people saw this gaping hole in my soul, the unhealed wounds in my heart and scars on my body, the burdens and demons and darkness I hold- they would see how ugly I truly am. If they saw how intensely I feel everything, how I spill and overflow and how messy I am- they would see how imperfect I truly am. So I hide that.
I hide me, I hide my feelings and pain and dreams and personality. But I have been growing.
Over the years I have grown to be myself a little more, to be more accepting of my quirks and clumsiness and personality. I still have a million walls but it is progress compared to when I was younger. My therapist mentioned that I always have a barrier up, even in therapy. It’s true and I don’t even realise it- I am making efforts to take it down from time to time. This year, I have made leaps and bounds in opening up to people. It was partially forced by circumstance but this was the first time I have ever truly let myself be vulnerable with people, to let them see the real me, the raw pain. This was the first time I expressed my struggle and feelings, the first time I even told people about the eating disorder, this deep and shameful secret. This was the first time I let myself trust and rely on people a little bit. I had to force myself to do it, and I started forcing myself to be vulnerable online too, to be unafraid of vulnerability.
And despite all of this- my friends and therapists are here, they care about me, they don’t think I’m a failure for feeling this way or being this way, they are proud of the progress I’ve made, they don’t hate me. I worked on this for so long in therapy- on opening up to people, but I didn’t do it until February and I was so shocked when reality proved my beliefs wrong. People saw the truth and didn’t hate me or think I was the worst, most disgusting person on earth. And I learnt that even if people didn’t understand, even if people did leave, I can cope with it.
So maybe, just maybe, in all my recovery and growth- I am starting to try to believe them.
I think I possibly could believe that I am not a bad person. I could believe that not everyone hates me. I think, I could believe that the parts of me I used to hide, my feelings and pain don’t make me any less of a person. Even if I don’t believe them (which is most of the time), I trust these people and I can choose to trust them instead of the beliefs and thoughts in my head. I can choose to believe that they are not lying, that they do care, that I am not such a bad or unworthy person after all because like I tell my friends, “I am not obligated to stay or care about you but I want to do that because you matter to me and you deserve my time and emotions”- and I have to trust that my friends do the same for me. They want to spend time with me because I am not an awful person. I’ve made new friends and they choose to befriend me because I am not an awful person. People say that I deserve to get better because maybe I do deserve to get better. Nobody is obligated to say these things, nobody is obligated to care or stay or bother with me, so I have to trust that they do because they want to and they believe it. So why shouldn’t I believe them? The title of this post is from the my friends, ‘believe in the me that believes in you’ and Cal reminds me of that- even if I can’t believe in myself, I can believe in my friends who do believe in me.
Knowing this is such a wonderful first step, being open to it is such a good step. Being open to the idea that maybe these beliefs I have about myself aren’t facts. I know they are not true, I’ve done this is therapy often throughout the years, but feelings are harder than cognition and someday perhaps I will truly believe I am not a bad person after all.
Recovery was revealing itself as the soul’s unnumbing, the enduring of pins and needles before we become ourselves again.
-Kerrie Baldwin (I,dragonfly)
Therapy today was surprisingly just really chill and it was nice to talk about all the things I’ve been noticing/thinking about in the past week, and yesterday’s blogpost. We brought up the same things, about coping with emotions.
I’m very black and white, when the reality of our emotional experiences is that being ‘mentally healthy’ is not experiencing more positive emotions but how we choose to react to them. Even the most mentally healthy people aren’t more happy, they just react to their feelings better and that actually decreases suffering. while we can react to our feelings in more helpful or unhelpful ways, we fundamentally cannot control our feelings. The difference between wallowing and allowing ourselves to feel is how we react to emotions. Wallowing is feeling the emotions and then reacting to them in such a way that adds to the emotion (like replaying the thoughts over and over and staying in bed mulling over it) while allowing ourselves to feel is simple the emotional experience of it. It’s emotions vs thoughts.
For me, it’s hard to differentiate because I’m so black and white and if I don’t block out the emotions, I get overwhelmed and I wallow. And allowing myself to feel is just allowing it to be, and responding to it the best I can. Reacting to our feelings with anger or judgement often just makes it worse, and ‘tops up’ the negative feeling. Scientifically speaking it’s impossible for a feeling to last forever, it’s often our own thoughts adding fuel to the fire. Also she gave me the analogy that feeling like your feelings are ‘too much’ is like going out into the cold and saying you’re ‘too cold’ and ‘oh I shouldn’t be this cold, my body is wrong’. Like no, you just get an extra sweater.
My idea of ‘coping’ is this perfect idea of not feeling & being high functioning but coping with our feelings is actually feeling the feelings and doing what we can do to the best of our ability.
She made me think of all the times where I did manage to find the ‘gray’ and not act in a black/white way, the times where I could cope with feelings- like doing my schoolwork despite overwhelm and anxiety, emailing Dr Lee despite not wanting to, eating more despite feeling absolutely crap about it. When I have such high expectations of myself and my recovery, then I not just feel like a disappointment all the time but I also feel like I’m making no progress at all (aka me in the past few years) because fundamentally the problem, my emotions, hasn’t changed. But that won’t change!! She pointed out that I will always experience negative affect when I undergo attachment changes, and if I measure ‘how well I cope’ based on how I feel then technically I’m never ‘getting better’? Even though I could be coping in healthier ways. we can’t externally measure progress based on an internal experience. I have made some progress in terms of the small everyday things and when it comes to change, there is no (I quote) ‘magical unicorn’ change, just the small steps.
When I have such high expectations, it feels like the small steps don’t matter and that’s why she made me identify all the times where I did cope, to show that I actually can do it. And when I acknowledge that I can cope, it increases self efficacy.
She said that I actually can cope, I actually do know how, and I’ve done it. I can cope with the emotions. And I told her about the learned helplessness and how when I feel emotions or feel threatened or overwhelmed, my brain defaults to the idea of ‘this is too much I can’t cope’ and I shut down, because of the learned helplessness. But that’s actually not true, and in the example of my anxiety about schoolwork, how I combated that was letting myself vent the feelings, taking breaks when I need and taking small steps and breaking the workload down and reminding myself that I can do it. We have to let the emotions wash over us like waves- waves can be huge and powerful but even tsunamis will pass.
I feel like there is such a huge backlog of emotions that I don’t have the time or energy to deal with emotions right now on top of school but I already am dealing with them right now either way. My emotions are also only so intense right now because of the backlog of emotions and I don’t want to deal with that backlog because it feels too overwhelming but everything I’m doing to avoid it is only adding onto the backlog and there’s really no way around it. In fact by avoiding the feelings and numbing myself, I’m only rendering myself more incapable of dealing with any emotion.
There’s no way around it, the feelings and the food. I already identified this, the control thing- I am choosing to deal with my emotions in a unhelpful way, I am choosing to hold onto the ED, I am choosing to restrict. She said I’m still trying to find a way to do it such that I won’t have to feel the unpleasant feelings and it’s not that I can’t deal with the feelings but I don’t want to deal because it’s so shitty. And everyone chooses to deal in comfortable but unhelpful ways sometimes. I’m trying to recover without the pain of recovery (guilt/anxiety around food and weight gain). And she’s so so right, I am putting recovery off not because I don’t know what to do (I do, I’ve done it before) but because I don’t want to do it, I don’t want to handle the anxiety around food and weight gain.
I can’t recover without eating and I can’t allow myself to be unconditional with feelings without being unconditional with food. I told her about my fears surrounding being ‘too much’ that I will eat everything and eat non-stop and I will feel too much and die from it but she said that she actually thinks it’s highly unlikely that I will ‘go overboard’ with food, same with feelings- she said that knowing me, nothing that ‘bad’ will happen even if I let myself feel. She said that my body is capable of regulating itself, it’s just the idea of giving up control that gives me too much anxiety. And that anxiety is something I have to sit with, because we are never actually in control and she said how the paradox is that the more we try to control, the worse we make it. She also pointed out that with food, it’s ‘easier’ to have control by measuring and using numbers but when it comes to relationships it’s harder to ‘control’ so what I do is shut out. Because I can’t sit with the uncertainty. But she said she already saw the change in me from last week, when I was so shut off- but I was willing to talk to a friend. She said it again, the ‘risk’ that people can always hurt you when you open up and we never know when someone might leave but the relationship is worth it. And ultimately I have to sit with the idea of relinquishing control.
Takeaways from today:
1. Recovery is simply coping with & responding to my emotions better- in more helpful ways. coping also means responding to the emotions in helpful ways and doing what I need to do in spite of the emotion.
2. I can actually cope with emotions & recovery and I do know what to do but I’m choosing not to because I don’t want to deal with the emotions. I’m subconsciously trying to find a way to recover/get better without having to feel the emotions but I can’t avoid the emotions.
3. When I’m doing right now is not working. I already am sad, I already am dealing with shitty emotions, everything already sucks. By pushing away emotions I’m only increasing the backlog of suppressed stuff I’ll have to deal with eventually. Just like by losing weight I’m only increasing the amount of weight I’ll have to gain eventually.
4. I am not going to ‘spin out of control’ if I am unrestricted, the idea of letting go of control just scares me but it’s not going to be too much. My body can regulate itself, I can and will survive all the shitty feelings, I’m not going to eat everything forever.
5. I can act in ways that are not black and white, I can allow myself to feel. I don’t have to hold myself to an impossible standard of recovery (not feeling anything/being perfect)
I’ve just been in such a low place over the past 3 weeks, and today was no exception. I just felt so miserable I decided on a whim to complain to my friends, I ranted about how awful and sad I feel. I look back and for the past 3-4 years I’ve constantly been fighting and telling myself things will get better. It’s always ‘it sucks right now but we have to push through and keep trying‘ but nothing I do helps and I keep going in circles and I’m just so sick of being sick. I’m so sick of always having to hope, because having to hope sucks. I hate the fact that there’s no path I can take to recovery, there’s no formula, it feels like there’s nothing I can do to actually help myself- I’m so tired and nothing ever gets better and I just want to stay in bed until someone solves this because I can’t. The only thing I’m not doing right now is ED recovery but then again, eating doesn’t make anything better (it just makes me fat and feel awful) and besides, I don’t even know how to eat.
I didn’t have the energy to be my usual ‘things are going to get better’ self and it felt like I was in a negative mindset which I dislike, I hate it when my brain gets depressing because I don’t see a point in being negative and I apologized for that. But she pointed out it was okay to be. It was okay to feel feelings. This whole time, I’ve been like ‘yes I know it’s okay to feel feelings and all, but I don’t want to feel them‘ and then that’s when the epiphany hit.
Of course if he wanted to escape, he could do so. The prison was, after all, his own heart.
I’ve lost a lot of motivation for recovery lately, and I think one big reason that pushed me to do it immediately back then was my therapist and wanting to make her proud/make the best use of our remaining sessions. But now without that immediate motivation, my brain thinks ‘I’ll do it eventually’. I do have reasons to recover, but it doesn’t feel enough to push me to want to do it now. Also, the classic ‘you have to get worse before you can get better’, the same mindset I’ve always had: I’ll do it when someone sees that I’m sick enough. I still feel like maybe if I lose weight then my doctors/friends/family will see that I’m sick then I would actually get care and help that I need- and after that happens then I can get better. I just don’t feel validated, or helped, but I also know that’s probably just me blocking out the help/care from people and no amount of validation will be enough. I wrote this back in a recovery post: “Remember that you will never feel sick enough or thin enough, there comes a point where you just have to sit down and acknowledge the fact that you are suffering. You don’t need anyone’s validation. Remember there is no value in sickness or thinness or misery. Remember there is nothing better about being sicker, or thinner.” I feel like that was a good reminder.
I wrote this too: “that little girl still lives inside me, she is the pain & fear I feel, and taking care of her is also taking care of myself. It makes me feel better knowing I am not alone, knowing I am seen and validated and cared for- even if it’s from myself. Perhaps that’s the best kind of care, self-care.” I don’t feel cared for, because I am not caring for myself, I am not allowing care into my life, I am shutting out. I don’t feel secure enough to recover because I am not taking care of that little girl. When I shut people out, when I ignore my body and when I shut myself out- I am shutting her out. I need to go back to that little girl, I need to tell her it’s going to be okay, that she’s unconditionally loved.
My therapist pointed out that I have high standards for recovery and I’m slipping there again. I feel like I’m disappointing everyone no matter what- I’m disappointing my doctors and my friends if I’m not ‘good enough’ at recovery. I feel like a disappointment right now, because I know I’m not ‘actively’ choosing to recover in terms of making sure I eat enough/following a meal plan but I want to want to recover. I also think I’m really just disappointing myself because nobody else has high standards of my recovery like me. Kelly pointed out that the ED is also trying to make me believe that since I “can’t recover” then I might as well go back to the ED which is, in her words, SNEAKY AS SHIT. She’s so right because I think that I can’t recover and I don’t know how to eat so I’m not even going to try. The disorder is literally so loud 24/7 and most times I’m like ‘ok I’m not gonna fight you’ because I don’t have the energy to be fighting the ED all the time like I did previously and I literally don’t know how to eat normally anyway. But I need to remind myself that waiting to feel better and then eat more is not gonna work!!!!!!! You have to eat more to feel better!!!! Progress is still progress- even being at a standstill is better then going back.
Here’s my reminder for today: Recovery is not black and white, it is not a grand thing. Choosing recovery doesn’t mean going out to eat buffets or burgers, it doesn’t mean eating 3000 calories everyday straight away, it doesn’t mean not struggling. It doesn’t have to be huge- baby steps. Committing to recovery is a good start. Reminding yourself why you want recovery is a good start. Eating more is a good start. Allowing yourself to eat is a good start. Recovery is not perfect, trying your best is enough. Also- you’re not going to always want it but you have to do it and keep doing it. Find compassion for yourself.
Lastly, I also wrote this back in another blogpost: “I cannot live the life I want if I am sick, no matter how many times my brain says I can do it, I cannot. My illness no longer gives me anything. I don’t need it’s control, I will survive without it, I will survive at a healthy weight, I will survive the fear and uncertainty and tidal waves of emotions. Feeling everything is better than feeling nothing.” Right now I feel like I need the illness, but at one point I identified that I wanted recovery, that I didn’t need the disorder, and I trust myself. I fought for recovery at one point. I’ve come so far, even though I’ve slipped back, I am not who I was even a month ago. I fought so hard for recovery all this time, I didn’t want to relapse because I didn’t want to let myself down. I didn’t want to relapse because I knew little-ericia deserves better. Yet now I find myself here, relapsing. What do I do? Do I give into the disorder or do I make the choice to go back and do what is right? I just need to do it, choosing to give into the feelings and thoughts and behaviors and choosing to control my weight is choosing to not recover. I cannot recover without doing these things. I need to let go of ED beliefs.
Seriously. I wrote this: “I deserve self compassion, I deserve to eat, I deserve to exist. That little girl inside deserves better than this eating disorder. I cannot keep doing this to myself, I cannot keep putting myself through this suffering. I want a life where I can live according to my values- love and compassion and adventure and authenticity and courage, not a life where I am led by fear and consumed by self-hatred. I’m never going to be sick enough or good enough for my disorder’s unrelenting standards- being ‘sicker’ doesn’t have real worth and ‘control’ is an illusion.” So I need to trust my past self. I literally wrote this, and all the quotes in this post. I wrote all of that and I can’t give up now, I can’t give up on her now. I hate myself but I love little-ericia and I have so much compassion for her.
I need to choose recovery again.
Here’s a message for myself because I find that often helps: Please, I know you want to want recovery- that’s such a good start. I know you want recovery but you feel so lost and scared and alone, I know it’s easier to stay in the disorder, I know the temptation of weight loss, I know it’s easier to stay than to fight, I know it’s easier to numb than to feel. But you’ve fought so hard and you deserve so much better, you really do. Nobody else can choose this but you, your friends can be the most loving and supportive (and they are) and your therapists can talk their mouths dry but I know you- nobody can convince you but yourself. So here’s a message for yourself. You deserve recovery, the real you is buried deep underneath the disorder right now and you can’t see or hear her but I promise you she wants recovery. She fought for this, don’t give up on her. I got your back, you’re going to be okay. It’s scary but you got this, you’re cared for and loved no matter what. Not just by friends and family and your team, but by me. Yes, I’m going to care for you and accept you unconditionally. You deserve to nourish yourself, to enjoy food. No, enjoying food doesn’t make you greedy. Food is not bad. You would never treat anyone else the way you treated yourself. Starving yourself and numbing yourself might work short term but that is not taking care of yourself or helping yourself. If you truly want to help yourself, recover, one step at a time. I’m not expecting you to be perfect or to recover immediately, but at least try. You’ll be okay. You can do this, you’re scared and it’s okay. Do it for future you, for past you. You deserve it. You are sick enough, you are good enough. Don’t wait, I know it’s tempting to wait but you have waited 6 years. You deserve it. Now, yes, right now. You don’t have to be at any weight to be sick enough because I see you, I see your pain, I am the one person you cannot numb yourself from or run away from, even though you’re running from the entire world right now, I am here. I see you pain. I see you. You are sick enough. Stop running, you deserve to enjoy food, you deserve to exist, you deserve to be. Do it. Recovery is not black and white.
I hated this. I hated knowing what I wanted and knowing what was right and knowing they weren’t the same thing.
My immediate reaction was resistance and resentment which I knew wouldn’t help me at all. I knew I had to learn to embrace the slowness and unpredictability of it all.
~Kerrie Baldwin (I, Dragonfly)