Friday, 1 May 2015

The wreckage

My head has been well and truly wrecked for the last two days
Ever since that meeting on Wednesday
I still don't know if I am being paranoid
If I am imagining things
Or if what I think happened really happened
Either way is not a good result
Either I am inventing false scenarios in my head
Or I am too sensitive
Or meetings really are a hostile place
Neither outcome is a good one

I've talked it over with a few people
My sister suggested that I don't put pressure on myself
And maybe take a break from meetings for a few days
I was supposed to go to a couple yesterday
But backed out
Just couldn't face it
I guess I could go and not speak
Which is probably what I will do 
When I go back
I just don't know when that will be
I won't stay away too long
Just long enough to get my head together 

I was thinking as I was walking my dogs this morning
About how much weight I put in what others think of me
And I hate that
I would love to be more like my sister
And not give a flying fuck what people think about me
I would love to go through life saying exactly what I want to say
Doing what I want to do
And caring in the slightest what anyone thought
How freeing that would be
And also anxiety
Anxiety is killing me at the moment
There are certain safe things I do everyday
But outside of that
I am a ball of nerves 
And I can't handle it
I just can't handle it!

I was so tempted to text The Boy yesterday
I just wanted to call out to him
Drink poppy tea to my hearts content
And talk shite for a few hours
I came close 
But I didn't 
The consequences are too severe

But I have to admit 
I did overuse my meds today
Is that the same thing?
I'm not quite sure
All I know 
Is that I need a break
My head needs a break
I need to check off the planet for a while
Have a day off of life
I want to sleep 
Sleep until it all doesn't matter anymore

The thing is though
We only have one life
One chance at this thing we call living
What is the point in tip-toeing through it
Afraid
Shy 
Timid
Fearful
Walking on eggshells for fear of rocking the boat
Who cares if we rock the boat?
Rocking the boat is fun!
Rock on I say!
But If only I could just do it
Instead of talking about it

In my family
I am very gregarious and outspoken
But in real life I am a timid little mouse
And I don't want to be a mouse
I just want all this fear and anxiety inside me to turn in to courage and strength and confidence

Confidence
That's another thing that alludes me
I literally have none
Not a jot
Not an iota
Not even a little bit
That sucks major balls!
That's why I love writing 
And hate speaking
With writing
I can get the words out at my own pace
In my own speed and time
With speaking I just get too nervous to say what I want to say
And it inevitably comes out arse ways

So what's a nervous anxious girl to do?
How do you build strength and confidence?
I guess by living life
Experiencing different things 
Education
Hobbies
Work
Friends
Doing new things
Taking risks 
Living a full and varied life
No one said living would be easy

I was wondering about you
How do you think you conquer anxiety and a lack of confidence?
Have you any exercises or tips?
How do you deal with these things?
I would love to know....
 

Thursday, 30 April 2015

When the going gets tough.....

It was yesterday
I felt good 
My peace of mind was intact
I had no worries
Nothing on my mind
In the evening 
My friend picked me up
And we headed to a meeting
We chatted and laughed on the way
And arrived at the meeting slightly late
It was an AA meeting
One my sister usually attends
Although she wasn't there last night
We walked in to the room 
It was packed
We grabbed seats where we could
And the meeting started

The was a girl telling her story 
It was really good listening to her
I could identify a lot
The the meeting proper started 
I didn't like the way it was run
The chair person picked people at random to share
So you never knew when your name was going to be called
It sent my anxiety in to over drive
I didn't like it

All of a sudden
My name was called
My heart was thumping in my chest
I wanted to just run out of the room
I began to speak
I could hear the shake in my voice
I was trying to say that I could relate to the speaker when she talked about treatment
And the family days
How I been on both sides of the family day
Both the patient
And the family member 
And how hard that was
But I think when I was speaking it came out arseways
And once I had finished speaking 
I realise that people may have thought I was talking about my sister
When in actual fact I had my dad in mind
And this was my sisters home group
So everyone knew her well there

One by one everyone spoke
A girl at the end shared how she couldn't understand some of the things she heard at meetings
That she had a brother in recovery
And was very close to him
I started to get paranoid that her comment was directed at me
And started to feel really uncomfortable
Again 
I just wanted to run

The meeting finished up 
And cups of tea were made
There were a good few women at the meeting 
And we all gathered to have a chat
In my eyes
Everyone seemed so confident and together
They all seemed perfectly content in themselves
I on the other hand
Felt so out of place
So awkward
I froze 
I couldn't speak
I couldn't join in the conversation
I just sat there
Like the socially inept person that I am

I could feel tears stinging the back of my eyes
That old familiar feeling of not fitting in was back
It hit me like a smack in the face
And completely threw me
I started thinking all sorts of paranoid thoughts

These people don't like me
They don't like what I shared 
They'll probably all talk about me when I'm gone
They think I'm a bad person
They hate me

And this went on and on in a loop in my head
We finally left the meeting at 10pm
I was dying to get home 
My friend and I chatted again on the way back to my house
I laughed about how I am a social retard
But then as she pulled in to my drive way
I suddenly felt really sad
And the tears came
My friend was great
She promised me that things would get better
And that she was there for me 
I pulled myself together
But I knew it was just a matter of time before the huge dam  of tears broke again
I hugged my friend 
And she left

I got in to my house 
Stopping in the kitchen to pet the dogs
They never cease to make me feel better
I went on to the living room
My sister was watching The Island
I sat down
And feel apart
Hot fat tears fell from my eyes
Landing on my lap
My sister jumped up to hug me
I told her what had happened 
She told me that I was being paranoid
That everyone loves me
I cried some more
And she sat and soothed me
She wrapped me in a blanket
And made me cups of sweet tea
I began to feel a little better

But as I lay in bed that night
I replayed the evenings events in my head over and over again 
Fighting with myself
Telling myself to shut up
And generally driving myself completely nuts 
It got to the point where I really though I was going mad
It was exhausting
I go to meetings to feel better
And here I was
A complete mess after attending something that is supposed to help me
I felt so confused 
The urge to use was massive
I kept thinking
One phone call 
And I could have sweet oblivion
Numbness
Nothingness
I wanted it so bad
Knowing my two using friends were close by was so tempting
But for some reason
I didn't ring them
And I didn't use
I kind of figured it would just make everything worse
Even if it did temporarily ease my pain

And even more worrying than using
I actually had some very strong suicidal thoughts
The though they I could end my pain was comforting
And the idea of disappearing seemed very attractive
I wondered how much of my meds it would take to kill me 
I actually planned it in my head
But again
I came to the conclusion that that wasn't an option
It might be the end of my pain
But it would open up a world of hurt for my family
I can't do that to them

So I considered my other options?
I could continue on
Keep going to meetings 
Hang in there 
Keep plugging away at recovery
And hopefully my anxiety will lessen
And my confidence will grow
Hopefully 
So I made a deal with myself
I will give recovery a fair shot for 6 months
And if nothing improves
I can always go back to the drug
The drug will always be there
My recovery might not be

So that's what I'm going to do
Also I think I'm going to stay silent at meetings got the next while
I just get too anxious and worked up about the whole speaking thing
So I'm not going to

I guess this is all part of recovery
But it really sucks!
I just want to be well now!
I want to be confident now!
I want to be anxiety free now!
But these things take time
And I know I need to actively work on them 
But flippin' heck
I am losing the will to live over here
Literally 

I'm just really tired 
Tired of fighting
Tired of this uphill battle
I just hope the view at the top is worth it.....

Wednesday, 29 April 2015

3 Years

My blog is three years old today
It's hard to believe
Time goes past so quickly
I can remember three years ago like it was yesterday
I had been reading blogs for some time
And saw that there was a great little community here on blogger
I wanted to be part of it 
I was so entrenched in my illness
So lonely
Depressed
Anxious 
Afraid
I rarely left the house
But as much as I was afraid of living my life
I craved to be around others like me

I was welcomed in to this community with open arms
It was a safe place to come and be honest
Without fear of being judged
While I was in midst of my illness
I was accepted 
And there was no pressure to recover
I was knee deep in my disorder for the first two years of my blogging
Then last year things changed

I had just come out of treatment 
For the umpteenth time 
I felt utterly hopeless
So low
So scared for my future
I ended up overdosing
And I didn't tell anyone 
Until a week later
When I told Mary
She sprang in to action
And I had an appointment with my psychiatrist the next day
He assessd me
And changed my meds
Adding in Prozac
I didn't hold out much hope for the new meds
Ive been on so many different anti depressants over the years
And they rarely work
So I was hoping against hope

However
A couple of weeks after
I began to feel a little better
The fog dissipated 
My depression and anxiety lifted 
And I began to feel hope again
I managed to get my binging and purging under control
That was massive
As I had been purging 10-20 times a day
It was killing me

Slowly but surely 
I began to gain weight
And yes my weight did rise to a place where I wasn't entirely comfortable in my own skin
But now it seems to have settled
And I can live with it
Just about

As time went on
My quality of life improved
I gave up smoking
My relationship with food was better
I started going to meetings 
Which is a huge help
And I generally felt a lot better
About me
My life
My world

Blogging through all of this has been amazing
To have documented every up and down is so awesome
I can read back
And see how far I have come 
Also to share it with you
You all have been a big part of my story
I have met the most amazing kind, caring and thoughtful girls here on blogger
Some of you have been with me from the very beginning
Some are more recent
But you all mean so very much to me
You are true friends
And I am eternally grateful for that

So Happy Birthday dear blog!
Thank you for saving my sanity so many times 
Here's to another 3 years.....


Tuesday, 28 April 2015

Damage limitation

Thank you all
For your feedback and support after my last post
I guess it was only a matter of time before The Boy reared his head again
I was just coasting along
Happy as Larry
Thinking all was well
And then I got that phone call
It really threw me
Especially knowing that my ex boyfriend is now around too
When I'm out
My heart stops when I see a green jeep
And there are many green jeeps around here
So it makes for interesting times when I'm out and about

Several people contacted me yesterday to tell me to block The Boys number
I keep going to do this 
But something stops me
I guess there is part of me that wants to know that he wants to see me
If that makes sense
It's twisted thinking I know
But then that's me all over

As I said yesterday
I haven't told my sister or my mother
As I don't want to worry them
But in actual fact
My sister read my blog
So she knows
And is doing my head in about it
We had a fight last night
Because I don't want to talk about it
I don't really see the point
I know what I need to do
And I am trying to do it

I saw Breda yesterday
My addiction counsellor
I told her about the phone call
She was helpful
And made some good suggestions
It was good to talk it over with someone who is not directly involved
And can give an objective perspective
She is trying to help me build up my confidence
And self esteem
Back in January
When I relapsed 
I had no resistance against the drug
And when it was put in front of me
I didn't have the strength to say no
But this time 
I have some recovery behind me
I feel stronger
More stable
More secure
I have the capability 
And the strength to say no
And that's down to the work I've done over the last couple of months
It just goes to show
How much the meetings help

Breda asked me how I felt about knowing these two guys were so close by
And what they were doing
I had to admit
It does play on my mind a little bit
Sometimes I go to the dark side
And I start thinking that they're having a great ol' time
Drinking poppy tea
Smoking weed 
And generally getting messed up
And out of their heads
Then I start thinking that I am missing out
Then I start to resent my family
Because they're the reason I can't use
Then I get really angry 
And lash out at my family
I have to keep reminding myself 
Of where I will be if I contact these guys
And use
I have to remember of where that life will bring me
The damage it will cause
The devastation
The heartache
Then I remember that I want a better life for myself
That I want to be clean and sober
I really do

So no
I don't feel like I am missing out
They are the ones who are missing out 
They are missing out on their whole lives
At least I am trying to forge a new life for myself
A better life
And as hard as it is to choose to live in reality
I stand by my decision 

Sunday, 26 April 2015

The Boy bites back

It was Saturday evening
I had just had s great day with my mum and sister
We climbed a mountain
Then went for dinner
And I was generally feeling really good
Happy to be alive
Grateful to be clean and sober 
Feeling content
And dare I say it, happy?
We had just come home
I sat with the dogs for a while
Plugged in my phone to charge
And settled down in front of the telly with a cup of tea

I was watching The Cube
When my phone rang
Thinking it was my friend who I had just texted
I jumped up to answer it
I looked at the screen
And to my shock and surprise
Saw it was The Boy
I stared at the phone 
Not knowing what the hell to do
My sister saw my face
And asked me what was wrong
I told her nothing
That it was a private number 
I didn't want to tell her who it really was 
And possibly worry her

Needless to say
I didn't answer it
I sat back down
Feeling shook and anxious
Then my phone pinged a message
I checked it
And it was a voice mail
I dialled 171
And listened to the message
It was him
Asking me to ring him
And also telling me that my ex boyfriend was staying with him for a while
And did I want to meet up
I hung up
And felt stunned
Seconds later my phone pinged again
A text message
Asking me to ring him 
If I wanted 'plenty of tea'
I put the phone down
And tried to process this information
I haven't heard from The Boy in quite a while
So this is really out of the blue
I actually had a physical reaction
My heart was racing
As were my thoughts
I felt shakey and unstable
And I would have killed for a smoke just for something to do

It really unsettles me to know that both The Boy and my ex boyfriend are in my area
Having poppy tea
And probably plenty more besides I'm guessing 
I really don't want to know what they are doing
What drugs are available
I would rather not know
And live in blissful ignorance

It's now Monday
Two days since he rang
I haven't texted or rang him back 
It hasn't even been an option 
I know I can't
I have too much to lose
Things are just getting back to normal after the last debacle
I think my mum would lose her mind if I used again
I don't want her to have to go through that again

We moved up here ten years ago to get away from the drug scene
Yes it was a geographical
And no that's not the answer
But it gave us a chance for a fresh start
And gave us breathing space
And time to heal
But now it seems like my old life is catching up with me
And I don't like it
I don't like it at all

So the plan is damage limitation
I haven't told my mum or my sister 
Maybe I should
But I don't want to worry them
I'm seeing Breda this morning so I will talk to her and hatch a plan
I just really don't need this right now
Things are just starting to turn around for me
Abd this is really a test
A test for my willpower
For my resolve
My will to recover
But I feel pretty sure that I won't use
At least I hope I won't 


Healthline 2015


I just found out yesterday 
That andthenshedisappeared has been voted one of the best eating disorder blogs of the year by Healthline
I was super excited to find this out
As it is the third year in a row that I have recieved this honour

My blog will be 3 years old at the end of this month
And it has been an amazing 3 years
Such a rollercoaster of highs and lows
Ups and downs
Victories and defeats
Tears and laughter
Sadness and joy
I am so glad that I documented the last few years
And I have it to look back on
And see how far I've come

I had been reading blogs for a while before I started my own
The very first blogs o read were
Recovering anorexic over on Wordpress
Who is no longer writing under that name
Lou over at my life with ed, and, Mia
Yummy secrets
And 2Medusa
I was so inspired by these strong ladies
That I decided to start writing myself

My blog started off as something bordering on unhealthy
I wrote about fasting 
And trying to lose weight
But over time 
I began to document my life fighting both addiction and disordered eating
And now it is a lot more recovery based

I started my blog because I craved to be around others like me
In my real life my world had shrunk to just me and my illness
I was desperately lonely
Depressed
Anxious
Writing was the perfect medium for me
As I could get the words out at my own pace
And I found writing much easier than speaking
I soon found a real love for it
And I think my writing is improving all the time

This little community we have here on blogger is unique
When I first started writing 
There was a thriving community here
And there was a real buzz about the place
Over the lay year however
So many bloggers have vanished
I wish I knew what has happened to them
These were the ladies who welcomed me in to this community with open arms
Left heartfelt comments on my blog
And we're there for me through the drama that is my life
I miss them
I hope they are ok

So yea
I am delighted that my blog has been recognised
I feel so passionately about helping others like me
To warn and educate younger kids about the dangers of EDs
To think that my blog helps others truly warns my heart
So thank you Healthline
You have made my day......

Queen Maeve's Trail

My mum and my sister and I are planning to do the Camino next year
So we have started to train a little bit
Last week we did the mountain at the back of our house
And yesterday we did Queen Maeve's Trail
Which is up another mountain
It was 2.5km up
And 2.5km down
We made it up and down in two hours a
I didn't find it too bad
But my mum and sister found it tough going
It's only really because I don't smoke anymore
And I walk and swim a lot
If I was still smoking 
There is no way I'd have made it to the top

We made it down just before the rain
And went to Shells cafe for lunch 
We were so hungry
I had a burger and chips
That's how hungry I was
But it was well deserved
And treated us to an ice cream after

Here are some photos from the day.......