My husband has been working late this past week. I’ve been alone in the apartment each evening, not really knowing what to do with myself.
There was the attempt at cleaning, but I’ve been absolutely exhausted because of the anxiety that I only had energy to clean the windows. There was also the attempt at going to bed early, but that resulted in getting my second (or third) wind and not falling asleep until late. And let’s not forget about the desire to read, only to stop halfway down the page because my eyes hurt (and I kinda really had no idea what I had just read). Or attempting to finish one of my many started-but-not-quite-finished projects, but, once again, there’s just no energy. (Or is it laziness now? Because I’m sure if I really set my mind to it, I could do something.)
But instead–wait for it–I sit on my couch and play games on my phone and I’ll cuddle with my puppy. But when my concentration wanes, it’s back to staring at the TV.
I, more often than not, go on these magical rides on my trains of thought. And it’s usually not a very positive thing. I berate myself for being ugly, stupid, fat, lazy, etc., then again for not doing anything to change it, and once more for good measure because I’m still struggling with an eating disorder. It’s not a pretty cycle.
During these times, I’m much more likely to engage in eating disorder behaviors. And it’s a lot hard to justify not going through with them because I am along. I have an easier time fighting the urge when there’s someone else there with me. They don’t have to know what I’m doing, but just having them there makes the fight easier to win. I try to fight the thoughts when I’m alone, but I just don’t have the energy.
I thought I was ready for recovery, but maybe I want to hold on to the eating disorder a little bit longer.