Saturday, December 31, 2011

Good Bye 2011, Hello Recovery!

OK just throwing out a few ideas here. Obviously in the first photo I am showing off my cute beanie and scarve set from my awesome friend Cheryl! You'd never know by the photo what a stressful time I have been under but I try and see the good in every day, no easy task!

The next photo is my notebook that is big enough to hold Joanna Poppink's book "Healing Your Hungry Heart", journaling papers, stickers, inspiration, food logs, etc. This book is by far the safest book I have ever read/reading. It's not a "contraband" book as I call them. It is fully focused on recovery with so much insight to so much more than a number on the scale. Joanna is a professional psychotherapist and has been in our shoes. She knows the struggles and pain all to well. This book also has exercises/Hw throughout it. I plan to complete it this year as you have to slowly go through it. I will be working on it with my therapist as well as I got her approval first! I will also be attending her book signing in L.A January 29th!

The next two photos are of things I like to do. As a little girl I dreamed of being able to play the piano. My youngest also wants to learn so we got a keyboard to teach ourselves!!!!!! I used to draw and paint a lot but gave it up due to feeling I wasn't good enough and comparing. That and anorexia zaps energy and will.

I have blogged two years now about the ups and downs of recovery with still having one foot in anorexia! The past few months have really hit me hard with labwork and confrontations in therapy which have pushed me further into recovery.

I am slowly on the road to gaining and my new year's resolution is to reach a healthy weight after 22 plus years of bulimia turned anorexia! I have done it all and been in and out of treatment too many times to count.

I am under HUGE stress with being a single mom, the continuing harassment and court crap with my ex (horrific for those who are just now reading as he is an attorney), and back pain from big rig accident totaling my car. Trust me I know stress. I know tears. I know anxiety. I definitely know heartache. My mirror still does not reflect reality but I eat anyway. I cry when faced with meals at times but eat anyway. I cringe at ensure's at times but down them anyway. My anxiety is high but I breathe through it, let tears fall, and simply sit with it (ok not simple but just sit with it and get through). It's excruciating most days but I do it anyway because I no longer want to be bent over a toilet several times a day, taking numerous diet pills and caffeine shit, and exercising for hours a day, and going without eating, and obsessing over restricting. I don't want the i'v's, chest pains, hair falling out, passing out, dizzy spells, muscle spasms, body aches etc anymore.

There is no quick fix because I didn't get this way overnight but I can safely say I am on the road to recovery and will get there.

You can too~


Sunday, November 27, 2011

Sorry but time to take care of me for a change and protect my own recovery~

Made this little memorial table to remember Bekah, Nine (died last year due to her anorexia as well), and Cynthia Rowland Mcclure (author of Monster within). I refuse to say good bye. I have been reeling from Bekah's death on so many different levels it feels my head is spinning. I can't even speak her name without tearing up or talk about her without crying. I feel like such a wimp because I can't seem to stop the tears which brings me to "purge" a few things here:

Last night I was up until 2 a.m. I was in urgent care two days ago from severe back pain and it hurt to walk or straighten. Last night I was in a lot of pain which kept me up as I was using a heating pad and don't take strong meds due to being a single mom. I sat here on my lap top on fb trying to help others. I noticed some girls "flaunting" their illness using feeding tube photos as profile pictures and then binging and purging and "bragging" about it yet claiming they are serious about recovery and going to treatment. This isn't the first time I have seen this. I have deleted people before who claim to be in recovery yet flaunting having a disorder and appearing to be in competition with everyone else. Some appear to even "fake" the disease. It almost feels like a mockery.

I have battled 22 years. Started with simple diet and depression! Became bulimic at age 14ish! Was good at it but couldn't seem to stop it and soon turned anorexic. My story is posted here somewhere. I didn't just spend the past 22 years having anorexia and just sitting around. I have been tormented near daily by the disease. I can tell you horror stories of what I did as I bowed down to the disease and did what IT demanded regardless of numerous hospital stays and ER trips and i.v's and medical issues. So to be told I don't understand or am too harsh or being judgemental when I comment on someone's photo or statuses makes me want to scream it from the roof top that I have lived it. I have been humilated passing out in college and treatment, in front of everyone. Yes, I have been 50lbs below normal for my height at my lowest during this illness. I have been higher in weight and been worse off inside but still battling just the same as the next. I have been "normal" weight and purging 8 times a day. I have been isolated in it and have tried hiding it too many times to count. I even overdosed in 94 and yes I ended up in ICU 3 days. YES, I GET IT. I understand it. I feel it and know it and I want OUT of it. I don't want to compare notes and be in competition with anyone!

And pain? Yep, get that too for those who say "but you don't understand the pain or I have so much stress." Really? Try court over 100 times in 4 years with an ex who happens to a be an attorney and sociopath who will stop at nothing and who didn't even meet his kid till 9 months of age. Try being in financial ruin due to attorney's fees over 26,000 and counting and still owing 6,000 plus. Try a car wreck with a big rig 3 years ago and neck brace and off work 3 months while suffering in court and losing your apartment. Try being continually harassed by your ex who violates court orders and gets away with it while being behind in child support yet files contempt against you for even filing for child support! Ty facing a trial with your therapy records and hospital records being used against you due to the courts just handing them over to the one who abuses you in court! Try working a job in foster care with such sadness and abuse that can be quite triggering on a daily basis. The list does go on. I do understand hardships. I do GET IT on way too many levels.

Just because I am in recovery does not mean I don't struggle or that I haven't "LIVED" it all! It simply means I need to get through all of this. I need to be able to say someday that I "HAD" anorexia but am fully recovered. It is hell. I look in the mirror and still hate what I see though it gets a little easier when I can just focus on being healthier and focus on what needs to be done and focus on my precious little boys.

I have to focus on me right now. I love to help and be supportive where and when I can and give what little I have but right now I need to start taking better care of me. When Bekah died I text her. I so badly wanted to bring her back as not long before her death we had been emailing and I tried to help her and she encouraged me. I wanted to hug her one more time but hold on to her and say you can do this. I bawled so much. I have been angry and upset and having extra sessions. I have tried keeping her memory alive. I have tried helping others. I have spoken about her and tried reaching out. I just can't do everything. I think right now I just need space and time. I need to work on my own meal plan as I have been a bit "off" with it this week. I need to just be me, without "ana". And I need to figure out who that is without "her".

Because of "choosing" recovery I feel I have no choice but to have a voice now and set boundaries and delete people. I even had to stand up to my neghbor 2 days ago because she called me while I was on the couch in pain and tears with a heating pad and was upset I refused to let her son in when my boys came in with one friend ( a quiet respectable friend). I didn't want a house full. I have a small one bedroom and her son is loud and breaks things and can be a handful. And she borrows stuff near daily from me. I am drained and have been for a year now and it came to blows from her end and I got hung up on. I say all this because it saddens me that I try so hard to do right and give and be nice but can't even say no to who comes in and who doesn't? No wonder those of us with this disease struggle with setting boundaries. Even being firm with my ex on the phone caused numerous lying texts accusing me of speaking derogatory of him in front of the kids which was so far from any truth. And tonight I was called a bitch in text because I confronted someone about her flaunting her illness?

I am still very raw from just so much and still finding my way and trying to find out who I am without this illness so that I can be free from it someday and can truly help others and speak on it in awareness which is a dream of mine. I am really struggling and if I don't take care of me then my recovery will truly be compromised. I am not here to be mean but here to set boundaries and learn to just simply take care of me and protect my recovery and my boys!


Sunday, November 20, 2011

R.I.P Rebekah Sharp~ another beautiful soul lost to anorexia's terrorizing grips~

Rebekah passed away Saturday morning after years of battling this tormenting disease we call anorexia. She fought hard and long for many years. Anorexia and eating disorders in general are unrelenting and torture to say the least. Rebekah felt she was a burden to everyone for struggling so long and could no longer keep up the fight~ She leaves behind her precious little 4 year old Emma and husband Stephan as well as her extended family and friends. The past 48 hours have been heartwrenching to say the least. So many of us in the eating disorder community who spent time with Rebekah in treatment as well as on fb are devastated and the grief is deep.

My head has been spinning since Saturday. I have cried and yelled and curled up in a ball on the couch with a quilt over my head. My headaches are severe, my body aches, and my eyes still burn. I can't hold a conversation more than a few minutes without crying. I am sad to say I am not alone in this as many others in our sisterhood are going through what I am due to such a great loss.

I have read so many heartfelt messages on my Facebook page, Rebekah's, her husband's, and so many in our "sorority". Those who didn't even have the pleasure and fortune of knowing her have been grieving her loss. What pains me about all of these postings is that Bekah never got to see them. She never got to truly see how much she was truly loved. It's not to say we didn't reach out to her. I know personally between she and I and our good friend Cheryl we had several emails as a group as Rebekah confided in us some personal things she felt she would be judged for by others. We tried to tell her how much we cared. How much we loved her. I know many of you have done the same. But to see so many right now, it kills me she didn't see it all. She couldn't allow it to sink in because the torment of anorexia robbed her of that. It robbed her of loving herself and of feeling like she mattered. One of the worst feelings in the world is of being a burden to others and feeling like you aren't good enough. I know this all to well as I have battled anorexia 22 years. My heart just breaks for her and her family and so much sorrow over her death.

Many of you may want to retreat into your eating disorders. I know many of you are struggling with the loss. The tears wont stop. The pain is deep. We are stunned, in shock. I have had feelings of deep anger all the way to incredible sadness and depression over this. It would be normal for those of us struggling with eating disorders to give into the behavior urges. I know for me I am in the middle of gaining weight on one of my meal plans from my old dietician Lisa Arroyas from BHC. I am on a meal plan that I should be on in patient surrounded with support but am on my own out here. I am not 100% yet but trying to get to the next meal plan. It's been excruciating the past two days. And while I have not done 100% I have made every effort to eat a few meals per day without restricting behaviors. I have allowed the tears to fall instead, more like flood! I did not retreat to self harm as I would in the past. I have not exercised like I have wanted. I have a fridge full of ensure as back up. I have purged here and on facebook as well as in session today.

I have been angry because "ana" robbed Bekah of her life for so many years and made her feel as though she was too much for us all to keep supporting her through her pain. I am angry because I look from the outside and see all she had in a gorgeous daughter, supportive husband, degree as a nurse, and so much love and support and can't help but to look at my own life as a waste at times because I don't have all she did. I almost feel guilty as to why am I here and she isn't. She was absolutely gorgeous and supported me even in her own pain and anguish because she understood the battle. She understood the depths of this debilitating disease.

When I found out about her death through a close friend of mine, Cheryl, I lost it. I immediately text Rebekah and said "please tell me you're ok???" I coudln't bear the truth. I so badly want to hug her and hold her and tell her it will be ok and that she will recover. I so badly want to have coffee with her and eat with her again like at BHC and tell her there is an end to the torment and that life will get better.

We can't bring her back. We can't undo her death. We can't hug her one more time or help support her. We can't go to starbucks with her or shop with her or wear girly things like bows and flowers and pretty dresses. We can no longer hear her voice on the phone or text her back and forth or email her. We can no longer post to her facebook or comment on her statuses. We can no longer tell her how much she means to us and how much we truly do love her and care about her.

We CAN face ourselves! We can get serious and put 2 feet in recovery. We can keep her memory alive by not letting her death be in vain. Her death has made me face my own mortality in this deadly disease as I hope it will all of you. We can tell each other how much we care about each other as much as we can and go for coffee and eat together and hug each other. We can be encouraging to each other and tell each other, now, while we are alive that we are worth the fight. This isn't say it will be easy or not to grieve. My therapist told me today I would have different emotions through all of this. She told me Rebekah didn't love herself enough to hold on and I was faced with that very truth for me. I need to find out why, while I am still here. We all do. Death is permanent.

Please do not rush through the grief and think you have to grieve fast or be strong. This is excruciating. Surround yourself with support. Do self care. Grieve in therapy. Let it out! I know in therapy today I was in tears before my ass reached her couch! She already knew as I called sobbing yesterday! I went through several tissues as I sobbed and vented. I am still hoping to keep my appointment in two days as well. Blogging helps and a wonderful friend on fb who wrote Healing your Hungry Heart (Joanna Poppink) suggested I write a letter to Rebekah which I plan to do and later burn.

Hugs and many prayers to all suffering through this.

We love you Rebekah Sharp and you will always be remembered as I promise, as do others, to keep your memory alive!

((Hugs and Love))

Thursday, October 20, 2011

Is it really worth it?

These sayings speak volumes to me as I continue my fight to stay grounded in recovery. Sometimes I feel "ana" slips her way in at times at the slightest of stress in life yet my stress is 10 times that with the chaos of this custody battle so I have to fight ten times harder to stay grounded in recovery.

Allow these sayings to soak in and really reflect on their meaning. And then ask yourself what your eating disorder means/does/serves for you? Is it really worth it?


Friday, October 14, 2011

Fighting my way through Recovery~

Just a few recent shots of the boys and I. They are quite active and oh so fun and funny!

It's been a stressful and hectic few weeks as the first trial has started and didn't finish the first day! so much for a short cause trial that should have happened over a year ago!

Being in such a sick and horrific custody battle, to put it mildly, on top of being a single mom of 2 little boys, a bad car wreck with a big rig 3 years ago leaving me in daily pain, and the normal stressors of bills piling as well as attorney's fees etc etc etc blah blah blah has made it very difficult to "simply" focus on recovery from anorexia. It's not to say I am skeletal anymore or in danger zone, so to speak, but to be able to focus on recovery and how I am feeling and what's really going on inside seems hardly doable under such extreme circumstances with court every month and chaos of my ex.

Having an appetite under stress for me is very difficult aside from having an eating disorder so it has been a rough few weeks. I have cried after meals and even snacks. I have thought of diet stuff to buy but didn't. I have even had diet stuff in my cart at 2 stores and put them back. I have had urges to purge but didn't. I have had urges to exercise but chose not to. Was it easy? nope. I cried through it all, called my therapist a few nights, and went to sessions and cried through it all.

At the moment I hate what I see in the mirror but then at the same time feel empowered that under all this shit and chaos and sickness from my ex that I am still standing and still fighting my way through "Recovery" and against "ana".

You can too~


Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Someday Melissa~ A mother helps others in the shadow of her daughter's death~

This is a documentary about Judy's daughter who lost her battle with bulimia in 2009.

Through the years of my battle with bulimia and anorexia I have watched dozens of movies that only further contributed to my eating disorder and desire to get to being a "true anorexic" to show the depths of my despair!

This dvd is about Recovery and of Hope. This mother turned her despair of the loss of her daughter, at the young age of 19, to helping thousands of us struggling with this. My heart goes out to her and her loss. Melissa did not survive her "ed"/ "ana"/"ednos". We can. We are still here.

There is no quick fix to recovery. It's a rough road but it leads to health and living life instead of merely waiting to die of this disease.

I have just ordered this dvd to watch with my therapist but wanted to pass this along to all of you in hopes you will order it and grab tightly a hold of recovery.

I still have down days and days of food struggles, like today, but I am choosing to reach out and admit it without shame and push forward, tears and all!

There is a trailer on this if you go to the site itself where you can also order this DVD. There is also a link on Facebook.


Monday, September 19, 2011

The "thoughts" (and some behaviors) of ana/ed ~

Loving my new apron from the .99 cent store! No offense to anyone but I feel a need to have a bit of a sense of humor as "ana" has robbed me of so much through the years.

The past few days I have been thinking about the thoughts that have gone through my head over the years regarding my quest to become the best "anorexic" I could be.

I can remember in my darkest days of being so consumed by the disease due to both my quest to be skinny (not thin) as well as the toll malnourishment took on my brain (ketosis=ached from it all over my body) that I would catch myself checking calories on shampoo bottles and cleaners. I of course did not consume these products. I simply mean that caloric checking was ingrained and became habit! I also had/ have a bad habit of picking my fingers/feet and in my mind is was less weight! of course it was nothing to even register as weight loss but in the illness in those dark moments everything related to losing weight. I shaved before weigh ins and wore light clothing or if I thought I screwed up and didn't lose I would sabatoge by wearing a lot of weighted clothing. I would chew food and spit it out and then exercise off what may have gotten through. I was constantly moving my legs and doing releves (ballet for those who aren't sure) when doing my make up and hair in the mornings.

I craved feeling euphoric from starvation and wanted so badly to be small with 0 fat of any kind anywhere. I had no time to even give thought to the harm being done at the time because I hadn't reached my goal of "waif". It started out as wanting to just be thin but once I reached thin I had to reach skinny. Once I reached skinny I had to reach waif. I took photos constantly to see where I needed to eliminate the "pseudo fat" staring at me in the mirror. I held my stomach in for hours a day and wouldn't allow myself to swallow even saliva when chewing sugar free gum. I felt confident when I didn't eat anything or even drink water but a total failure if I consumed an apple or anything else.

I swore when I got to a certain weight I would stop but that was in high school 22 years ago. On my quest I did get to my first goal weight while on the dance team. Got right to the limit my dance coach allowed when she threatened to bench me if I went lower. Once I dipped just a bit below even with that I drank water at weigh ins. But soon my quest as I stated above was no longer to be thin but to be skinny so therefore I had to increase the behaviors as it wasn't easy. Screw reasoning. I was on a roll and couldn't be stopped! The thoughts of exercise, constantly moving, and behaviors consumed me. Amazing how I got a 3.85 at Cal Baptist my first year there and 4.0 at Valley college when getting my AA. That didn't last though as I couldn't concentrate for long with these thoughts. Thoughts of numbers and scales and lack of food and how to avoid it and how to simply, disappear. I didn't even like to touch food for fear osmosis would kick in! And did sugar free gum really have 0 calories? what if it didn't and I was consuming calories there? And did the laxatives I took have calories as well? What about all the other stuff I was taking? And when I purged even water did it all come up? What if it didn't? I didn't even feel successful with purging until I saw bile and blood!

And let's not get the successful feelings when my hair started to fall out everywhere. Hair in the vacuum and shower and sinks and my car! Dry skin was my dream as was brittle nails so it didn't bother me one bit other than itching all the time. And when fine hair (lanugo) started to grow I felt, finally, I have reached the double digits and could stop. Nope. Hooked. Couldn't stop. Just a few more pounds and then I could finally be ok with me. Nope. I just wasn't like other anorexics. I was not as successful and didn't have all the symptoms of being extreme as I wanted (another thought!).

So where am I going with this post? nowhere really. Just telling you some thoughts I had while in my darkest times! I will say this, my darkest times were before I had my boys. I never got "that" bad again though close in 09. I still struggle and have some self defeating thoughts but am working on it all in therapy and with another very close friend of mine who lost her sister to this deadly disease. I have not been able to even be in recovery if it weren't for continual support from friends, family, you all, and of course my therapist so please don't close off and think you can heal alone or overcome alone.

I have had many many many thoughts beyond what I am posting here as it's hard to remember it all but it is freeing to get it out!


Sunday, September 18, 2011

This is my blog, dammit!

Just random shots. Love the sky one I took while in traffic. Reminds me of looking upward and outward in recovery instead of inward and downward which can engulf us into the abyss of this deadly disease. Love my boys with everything in me. Seth is 8 and continually excells in school and GATE. Jack is also doing well in school now and is hilarious when having conversations with him. Love the angry bird shot as he said he wasn't tired and a minute later was out! Threw in a few random shots of me in recent weeks. No rhyme or reason. Just love taking photos and having memories! And I stole the scale photo from Melissa's blog. So true. I have cried many times on the scale and was obsessed with weighing myself dozens of times a day. It's been nearly a year since I have stepped forward on any scale.

For those just coming aboard, I use photos because I love photography. I have been judged for this many times before here and backed off somewhat but this is MY blog. Not to be harsh but so many want to be harsh to MY blog and MY thoughts which at times is a crushing blow. I am somewhat sensitive because I have a huge heart but at the same time words do hurt and judgment doesn't settle well. It's been said that how we react to others opinions and harshness is on us. To a degree I believe this but at the same time this can also give others the "right" to be abusive and mean to others here and fb and other places like my ex does to me in court (yes, he uses my blogs and somehow got into my fb and was given my therapy and hospital records in court).

With all this said, I can't pussyfoot around this disease. After reading a blog by Melissa Dehart, a true survivor who nearly died from her anorexia, this morning I gained new hope to run this blog as I wish even amongst harsh "critics". I will start to tell more of "my" story and the harshness and realities of how anorexia and bulimia sucks you in and how crazy it can be at times. It's not to give ideas for those who wish to be "anorexic". This is not one of those sites. For those who fear I will trigger them, please find other blogs to follow as I am here to be real. To be quite honest I see photos in magazines everywhere of stars rail thin and when I turn the tv on and see news cast and reported, not just the famous stars. It is everywhere!!!! I do not condone any of it but will post the reality of it.

Eating disorders come in all shapes and sizes and are not prejudice. They also thrive in isolation and secrecy! These disorders make you focus on weight and the number on the scale. It is far, far, far more than that. I truly hope to get this across here on this blog from here on out in the ups and downs of recovery.

Currently I am struggling. Not extreme at the moment as I am in therapy twice a week again but having moments of it. And struggling doesn't always mean weight loss or diet stuff either!

For those wondering, I have battled anorexia for over 22 years. I would not wish this "hell", this "torture" on anyone! Please do not wish it on yourself. Step away from the mirror and look outward to help right away if any thoughts of it come to mind! This is a disease and will suck you in and control you making it very difficult to escape on your own~

As Melissa says, "stay tuned". More soon. Possibly even tonight!


Sunday, August 7, 2011

Facing the disease/disorder NOT the food!

Just a few fun photos from when I took the boys to legoland a few weekends ago. It's been such a rough road with so much court with my ex who loves court, loves to lie, loves to create chaos, and loves to try and control (I don't say this lightly, court at least 90 times in 4 years.). Anyhow I take them to local places that are free or inexpensive but we have yet to do a real vacation but they loved this. We went for 3 days and even to the water park there (photos of that will be next blog! and yes I went on water slides in a bikini!) It was just the 3 of us and so much fun.

I have been gone from here a while. Just busy with the boys and work and let's not forget court court court.

For those just coming aboard I have been in recovery from anorexia nervosa since 2009after basically fully relapsing and spending 3 months in treatment. I have battled for 22 years but had about 7 years where I was "ok". 7 years of no diet pills, lax, etc etc etc. I don't want to put it all in case some of you get too triggered or are wanting destructive ideas. Because with that comes medical bills and debt and job loss and and and. You get the idea.

At this time I am struggling but not fully. I eat ok and have a therapist I see weekly, often twice a week. She holds me accountable. But with so much stress it makes it hard for an appetitie these days.

Anyhow I was on FB tonight and a gal who has a forum for those of us struggling had posted on her status asking us when did "ed" or "ana" etc appear for the first time. There were many responses. Some blunt and oh so tragic. Some spoke of how the disorder creeps in. It reminded me that though I started with bulimia at age 14 over being teased about my ass and being weighed and looked at with dance and drill team, it started ever so quietly years before. I remembered even in elementary feeling "big" and " in the way" when a teacher twirled this petite girl around and then went to do the same to me and said "whoa you're too big". I was 11 and tall. But he said big! I started to look down at my body, my figure. Looking at photos back then I was very slender but back then I kept hearing "big". I didn't just "turn" anorexic. More damage needed to take place for that and it did. It was around 14 that a girl taught me how to purge after I hit puberty and a boy told me I had a big ass. And so my story began and all those years of dieting, going from bulimia to anorexia, being at Remuda Ranch I focused on looking "down" at myself physically, emotionally, and spiritually. I hated me because I wasn't pretty or muscular enough or thin enough. I was in the way. Even being at Remuda Ranch I was unable to allow recovery to sink in because I insisted I was in the way and bigger than every girl there. I was bad at Remuda. Got caught a number of times but it didn't stop me from struggling and being sneaky in the program because I was focused on the symptoms. I was focused on the food and my body etc. I couldn't get past it and even refused Chandler as they called it then. I wanted to be a "successful" anorexic and wasn't thin enough to be that and therefore went deeper into it.

For years I struggled with facing the food, the behaviors, my body. And while all of this is treated in recovery I was trying to face and treat the wrong thing. It was yet another way to cope. Like a quote I heard in prince of tides " if you hurt the body, you won't notice the coming apart of the soul." I hate pain. I hate "feeling". I even hate the word "feeling". It was through my therapist a few years ago that I learned eating disorders are about relationships and about how I "feel" about myself and where I belong in this world. So when she made me go into Reasons in '09 for 3 months it was there that I was able to face the disease/disorder and what it was really about which so was not about the food. One of the main reasons I even relapsed with such drastic weight loss was because of court and my ex and not being able to protect my son. I felt such agony as Jack screamed and cried and reached for me every time he had to go to his fathers because some judge made him go despite proof and documentation of what was happening. I couldn't protect my baby boy and I couldn't control how the courts would rule. I felt I had failed my baby. I couldn't bare the pain or get the visions of him crying and reaching and kicking to get to me. The only thing I could do was lose weight. I could focus on that. I could control my body. No one could interfere with that. I had to focus on something else because I felt the pain would push me over. Being at Reasons helped me to realize I can face the pain. I can sit with it. I can process. I can ask for hugs when I need tangible comfort. I can write about it and share it with my therapist.

I still hate pain. I mean who likes to be sad? Who likes to hurt? I have two friends right now in mind who hurt so much and having such a hard time. I look up to these 2 ladies. They are strong women with careers and children and have so much to give but right now they are both going through tremendous pain and my heart just aches for them. I want to fix it. I want a cure. Just like in my own life. I wish my ex would stop. I wish court would end. I wish I had the funds to finish my degree. It kills me I struggle so much. I get triggered at work and with court and I struggle at times with "ana" thoughts. There are some nights I have been in so much pain I have had to just simply sit and cry and go bed only to realize that I am ok after. That it didn't kill me. That I didn't need to starve or purge or self mutilate or do anything but "feel" and know that it's part of life and it can and does get better.

Avoiding the pain through eating disorders or whatever else you may use only prolongs the inevitable of feeling and that's if you are lucky to have survived the eating disorder. There have been many who died trying. I don't want to be one of them.

Please know you deserve help, therapy, treatment, support. It's a long process, not to be rushed. There is hope and recovery is possible. It sucks sometimes but it's far better than the alternative, death!