I have to admit
Sometimes I am afraid to look at my comments
As i am afraid of getting nasty ones
I actually experience anxiety before checking comments
Even though 99% of comments are lovely
There's always that one horrible one that can overshadow everything else
I'm also struggling to reply to comments
As I am finding things tough at the moment
I know I haven't been writing a lot of personal posts recently
Because I feel like a bit of a fraud
I'm supposed to be in recovery
I'm supposed to be doing well
Yet
Every day I struggle
Every day I weigh myself
And every day for the last few weeks I've lost weight
God forgive me
I am getting a buzz out of seeing the numbers go down
It's a sick sick game
But oh so addictive
The last time I saw Breda
She spoke about widening my circle
And doing more
And I am struggling massively with this
I've pulled away from my friends
All bar one
Who I still meet every couple of weeks
But apart from that
And looking after my dogs
I don't actually do very much
I know I need to fill my days
Get out and meet people
Have a purpose
I gets its a choice
Choose the ED and live a lonely miserable life
With no friends
No job
No college
No dogs because I can't look after them
No life
Nothing but me and my childlike body for company
Or else I could choose recovery
And choose life
Yes, life is scary
It's tough
Boring
Overwhelming
But it's also exciting
Fun
Enjoyable
With recovery
I get to live the life I want to live
I have my loved ones around me
Family
Friends
Dogs
I study
I work
I exercise
I enjoy my food
And am not in a constant battle with myself over food, weight and body image
You would think that this is a no brainer
That most sane people would choose the latter
But since when have I been sane?
I feel the pull of my ED
I hear her whispering in my ear
All of things that will improve if I lose weight
I can't lie
It's so very tempting
She is convincing
And I have little resistance
If I keep going the way I am
I'm going to be underweight very soon
But the thing is
I have reached the goal I set myself
And in fact gone beyond it
That should be enough right?
Maybe for a 'normal' non eating disordered person
For us
The goal posts constantly shift
Anorexia will push you as far as it possibly can
To your very limits
Until something gives
Your body or your mind
I have no doubt that my ED wAnts me dead
That is her goal
To either starve myself to death
Die of a heart attack
Or tAke a handful of pills
The ultimate sacrifice
Having said all that
I'm not about to throw my recovery and my life away
I've worked too hard to get through my issues
And I didn't come through heroin addiction just to be killed by my ED
I have thought about sharing my weight here on my blog
But have decided against it
I've never shared my weight here
I just don't think it's relevant
And I know we have a tenancy to zone in on the numbers
And compare their weight
So in an effort to avoid that
I won't be posting my weight
Another reason things are tough at the moment
Is that my sister is battling a very nasty bout of depression
And is feeling really low these days
Its a bit of an eye opener to be on the other side of mental illness
I'm so used to being the patient
The one that needs the help
So to actually be the onlooker is really difficult
My sister is quiet
Withdrawn
Very upset at times
And feeling quite hopeless
It's so hard to know what to say to someone
How to help
My strategy to help her
Is to make her laugh
As I genuinely believe that laughter is medicine for the soul
I give her hugs
Sit on her bed and just chat
She comes for walks with me sometimes
But
It's obvious that she is really struggling
It's really sad to witness
And my mother and I feel so helpless
And useless
I wish there was more we could go to help
All we can do is be there
Make sure she is ok
That she is warm
Eating ok
The dogs are really good with her
They sit by her
Rest their heads on her knee
It's like they know
And they probably do
I've never witnessed or lived with someone who has chronic depression
Well I did when I was in hospital
The people who were really low rarely came out of their rooms
Only venturing out to the smoking room every once and a while
I remember one guy in particular
We spoke while chain smoking
Sitting on the window sill
Blowing smoke rings back and forth
This guy was in the depths of despair
Like he had completely given up
He wore the same clothes day in day out
And there was quite a smell off him
He just couldn't muster the energy to have a shower
He didn't see the point
Didn't see the point of anything
I've experience low mood before
But I can't say that I've been clinically depressed
I do worry for my sister
I know she that she is trying to fight it
And it's taking every single ounce of energy out of her
Anyway
I just wanted to explain my situation at the moment
I guess there comes a time when real life needs me more than my virtual life
And that's ok
I am ok
and my sister is ok
At least we will be...