I can remember facts I learned long ago. And I can remember how to get to a new place after going once. My body can remember dance movements at the drop of a hat. I can remember conversations almost verbatim. But ask me how I felt on Monday and I’ll say that I can’t remember.
I hadn’t meant to restrict as much as I had over the weekend. I had a take home final and an extra credit assignment I needed to get done and knew I had to take care of myself in order for that to happen. But somehow things went awry.
After restricting, my anxiety goes sky high and I end up on the verge of a panic attack most of the day. It’s a struggle between knowing that I should eat–that I have to eat–and actually doing it.
I sit at work, telling myself that I have to over and over again. I need to eat. Otherwise I’m going to pass out and my cover will be blown and the secrets will ooze out of my pores. I can’t let that happen. I have to eat. I have to. I struggle with opening my mouth, afraid everything will just pour out. And I can’t let that happen.
In a moment blinded by weakness, I tell my best friend who will be visiting this weekend that I’m really struggling with the eating disorder. He is nothing but supportive and helps me get though my lunch.
But then work stuff happens. And my grades get posted. And life just happens. And somewhere in the midst of all that, I forget how shitty I felt on Monday. It takes more than a moment before I can recall that I struggled through my meals, didn’t feel well for the majority of the day, and that my anxiety sky rocketed.
Everything was fine. Everything was normal. It’s no big deal. The good cancels out the bad.
The normal cancels out the bad.
And I forget how it feels to be sick. How it feels to know that living like this really isn’t the best thing for me. How it feels, even for a moment, to admit that I need more help.
But like I said, I forget.
Another night is spent trying to get the feelings out.
Another night spent wanting to think of anything else.
Another night spent stuffing food in my mouth, all the while chastising the hand that feeds me.
Another night spent over the toilet in an attempt to expel all the hatred looming inside.
Another night spent berating myself for giving in when I know better.
Another night spent tossing and turning, hoping sleep comes to help me escape the thoughts that plague me.
Another night spent walking towards the depths of hell I fought so hard to get out of. I never meant to go that far in the first place. I can see myself going down that path again and I don’t know if I have the strength to pull myself out again.
Another night promising this is the last night spent like this.
Another night is repeated.
I should be studying right now. Between work and being sick, I have so much reading to catch up on, but I haven’t even made a dent. I can’t seem to concentrate long enough to even get started. I just have all these thoughts going through my head. It’s too loud to sit and read. The eating disorder thoughts and urges are just plaguing me.
i want to restrict to make up the damage from my binge the other night. i haven’t binged like that in a really long time. but since i didn’t purge, i need to fix the damage some other way. i should have taken laxatives, but with my digestive issues acting up this weekend, i really didn’t need to. as much as i hate dealing with the digestive issues, it helps the number on the scale go down. i should probably eat something because i haven’t eaten since this morning, but i don’t really want to. i don’t need to eat any more today. i’ve had more than enough.
I hate myself so much for having those thoughts–those thoughts that don’t let me do anything else except play stupid games on my computer. Why can’t I just push through and get stuff done? I need to be able to push through.
This past year has led me on a journey I never thought I would have ever been on. There were immense highs and hellish lows. I regret nothing. Everything was a learning experience.
I miss my husband terribly. I still love him with all my heart. I whole heartedly wish that things would have turned out differently. I’m still having a difficult time coming to terms with the reality of our relationship. I have a hard time saying it out loud.
Another year has passed and I’m still just as entrenched in my eating disorder now as I was 5 years ago. Maybe some of the behaviors have lessened or changed, but the thoughts are just as intense.
I went back to school and that was the best thing I ever could have done. I love every minute of it. I have no doubt that school saved my life this semester. And quite possibly the next one.
I’m looking forward to the new year. I want to be able to let go of my past and move on and grow.
I’ve really been struggling with the eating disorder since my husband left. It’s such a fight to eat. And now that I’m sick, my appetite has disappeared. I love seeing the number on the scale go down and am having a really hard time seeing the number go up, even if it’s less than a pound.
I can see myself going downhill quite rapidly. I see little things creep up that I wouldn’t see normally until I was at a much lower weight. Actually, they don’t so much creep up as smack me in the face. Then I obsess and I have to find out more, even if I already know all about it and am rereading the same book/website. Some of it is kind of worrisome.
I’m having trouble sleeping. Last night, I barely got 3 hours. I’m having a hard time paying attention and find myself spacing out quite often. I’m depressed. I don’t want to do anything, except lose more weight. It take a lot to convince myself that it’s okay to eat. Then it takes a lot to actually eat it. I’m having a hard time with fluids, too. The rules and obsessions and routines are becoming more intense and time consuming.
The eating disordered thoughts were really loud last week and in a moment of clarity, I called to see if I could find a therapist that is covered by my insurance. (I wish I could see my old one, but I can’t afford her.) The search isn’t going well. I don’t have any out of network benefits and I haven’t been able to find anyone. Then in a moment of clarity (weakness?), I called two treatment centers about their evening IOP programs. It’s not looking good though. These were the only two who would be willing to work within my school and work schedule. Got a definite, “No,” from one and waiting to hear back from the other. I’ll probably get the same answer though. My insurance sucks.
But then I remember that I want to continue to lose weight. I really don’t want to be stopped this time. Not yet anyway.
i’ve been sitting here struggling to write something.
i’ve been sitting here struggling to convince myself that it’s okay to eat something.
i’ve been sitting here struggling to drink water, juice, something, anything.
i’ve been sitting here struggling to reach out and get support.
i’ve been sitting here struggling not to take laxatives.
i’ve been sitting here struggling to get my panic attacks under control.
i’ve been sitting here struggling to allow myself to take my meds to help calm me down.
i’ve been sitting here struggling to admit to myself that i need more support.
i’ve been sitting here struggling with the fact that i know what i need to do, but can’t seem to do it.