As my mother was catching an early morning flight to London
My sister is also away for a few days this weekend
So I will be home alone
If we can at all help it
We try and not have me here alone for any prolonged period of time
I know it sounds silly
I mean I'm a 34 year old woman
And it's not that I have trouble looking after myself or the house
It's the fact that when I am on my own
My mind tends to wander
And I could very easily get myself in to trouble
Like now
Knowing that I will be here alone
My mind goes to dark places
And my mischievous side comes out
I think about the things I could get up to
I could smoke
Drink
Get out of my face on various substances
Sometimes I get such a craving
To get out of my mind
Off my head
To check off the planet
And completely zone out
To go on the nod
Slipping in and out of consciousness
I know that cravings are part and parcel of recovery
Anyone who has a tendency for escapism deals with them
Usually I get a craving after experiencing a trigger
A song
A smell
An item
It could be anything
Euphoric recall I think they call it
For instance at my mothers retirement do
Being in a bar
The stress of the speech
Feeling a bit self conscious
All added up to my having a drink
I've been told by countless therapists that I can't drink
But I don't think I fully accept that
I want to be able to drink
I want to have a glass of wine with dinner
A bottle of beer at night
But the thing is
Even though alcohol was not my primary addiction
I still have the perpensity to spin out of control
Yes
I might have been ok one night
And only had two drinks
But that was only because I was on my best behaviour
I know I could take a notion
Buy a bottle of vodka
And drink it all at home
I know if I allow myself one drink
One is too many
And a thousand never enough
Smoking is a funny one
As you know
I was a dedicated smoker
A 30 a day girl
I loved nothing more than a cup of tea and a smoke
I did my best thinking over a cigarette
But
I just couldn't afford them anymore
They had to go
I can't lie
I do miss them
But I don't get huge cravings for one
I could go a whole day without even thinking of one
It's like that part of my brain has been reprogrammed
I've iften heard it said that cigarettes are harder to give up than heroin
Well I can categorically tell you that that is utter horse shit
Heroin was by far more difficult to give up
I never stole to get money for smokes
I never tore a room apart looking for a bag of gear
I didn't go in to severe physical withdrawal when I stopped smoking
My body didn't crave a smoke like it craved heroin
Oh no
Smoking was no near as difficult to give up
I get strange urges from time to time
Like when I am walking the cliff walk with the dogs
I get a massive urge to jump
And sometimes I'm afraid that I really will do it
I've been in my car
And put my foot down on the accelerator
Daring myself to drive in to the nearest wall
Or go so far that the car spins out of control
I've had urged to break my fingers and toes
To put a hot iron on my skin
To throw myself from the top of the stairs
Or walk out bin front of a car
The other day I had a huge urge to delete my blog
And stop writing altogether
I though that I was just writing drivel
That I was a bad person
And hurt people
And always said/wrote the wrong thing
I feel like I'm always putting my foot in it
And here in our little corner of blogger
A lot of people here are fragile
And I need to remember that
I go back to the original title of this blog
And then she disappeared
Even though I have since changed it to and then she recovered
The original title still holds meaning for me
I still get huge urged to disappear
From my blog
From the Internet
From my life
From this earth
I'm not sure why
I just don't always feel like I want to be here
At this point
I must say
Please don't worry about me writing this
I am perfectly fine
Just feeling a little maudlin and sad today
And that's ok
I had an amazing day yesterday
And I think I am on a bit of a come down today
I'm not going to do anything silly
I'm not feeling suicidal
Or anything like it
These feelings and thoughts are normal for me
I deal with them all the time
I gues sometimes I question myself and my life
And even this blog
I question why I am writing
Is it for me?
For my own ego?
Is it to help others?
Or maybe both?
All I know is that I love writing this blog
And I love you my fellow bloggers
This blog has been there for me in my darkest hour
And also to celebrate my recovery
I feel drawn to it
I feel compelled to write
Even if no one was reading
I think I would still write
Because it helps me
It warms my heart
And lightens my burden
And fills my soul
It's an amazing thing
To have a head full of noise
To sit down and write and write
And come to the end
And my mind is quiet
There are very few things that have that effect on me
And writing is definitely one of them
I am so grateful to have this blog
And you as my dear friends
It's no exaggeration to say that my online social life is more active than my real life social life
We something special here on blogger
In something as isolating as an ED
We have found friendship and solace in each other
We have found acceptance and unconditional love
Understanding and valuable advice
I know a lot of people think that these kind of blogs are not healthy
Or helpful at all
Maybe that's because we accept someone's choice if they choose not to recover
You know when I first embarked on recovery
I worried that I wouldn't have a place in this community anymore
I was even warned by others that I would be rejected by people here
But I have in fact found the opposite
My choices and decision have been accepted
And even celebrated
And I am eternally grateful for that
I'm writing this blog now over three years
I often go back an read old posts
It's amazing to have almost every day documented
And I also notice all the bloggers who have disappeared over the years
Do you remember Rayya?
The Lively Bones
Emily
Winter
Peridot
Thinderella who vanished off the face of the earth
And more recently
Mandy
(R)oxyskinny
I think of these girls often
We were part of the fabric of each other's lives
I wonder what happened to them
Did they recover?
Did they find that they didn't need this community anymore?
Did they go in to hospital/treatment?
Did they die?
I wish I knew
As they all had a special place in my heart
I have it set up that if something happened to me
Then my sister or Mother can log in to my blogger account
And let you all know
As much as I would like to disappear sometimes
I would hate to leave you all wondering what happened to me
I cherish our community
And hope to preserve it
Hope to welcome in new bloggers
And continue to support the regulars
With all that said
I was wondering about you
Do you know what happened to any of these bloggers?
How do you feel about our community at the moment?
Do you feel our community helps one another?
Do you have any new blogs you would like to share?
Is love to know...