Misha
Member
Well, I made a huge step today in my recovery from my eating disorder. I did groceries. I have not successfully had groceries in the house in ages: I have not been able to keep food on my shelves because of my binge/purge cycle, and my night eating and sleep eating habits.
The last several weeks the nurses on the unit have been calling me their "star patient." And, honestly, I was ready to make this step today. But even so, there is this base eating disorder voice rumbling through my mind as I sit here typing in view of the fridge that says, "binge...... binge......"
and I say, "no..... no......"
and that is what I call recovery, not the absense of the binge drive, not the absense of the illness itself, but rather the step beyond the illness, having gone through it, having weathered the storm, been strengthened in the gales, and survived.
The last several weeks the nurses on the unit have been calling me their "star patient." And, honestly, I was ready to make this step today. But even so, there is this base eating disorder voice rumbling through my mind as I sit here typing in view of the fridge that says, "binge...... binge......"
and I say, "no..... no......"
and that is what I call recovery, not the absense of the binge drive, not the absense of the illness itself, but rather the step beyond the illness, having gone through it, having weathered the storm, been strengthened in the gales, and survived.
