Topic: eating disorders
Allow this to be my letter to you, an open invitation for you to use that voice to ask for the help you need and deserve. This is my shout into the void telling you that you are enough. Not too little, not too much. You are so fantastically, spectacularly enough.
Trying to love yourself in a world that tells you you aren’t worth loving as you are is a constant battle.
This piece is for the girls, the boys, the men, the women, and the non-binary human freaking beings of the world. This piece is for anyone who has ever felt like their struggles and their pain doesn’t “count” because they don’t “look sick.”
Hope can be hard to hold onto when, in the course of our efforts, we face inevitable challenges like insurance coverage cutting out early — for many folks, this may even happen repeatedly. When fighting against life-threatening mental illnesses, this extra effort can be exhausting.
“Hope always seemed like something abstract to me. It was out there, somehow, just maybe not for me. But now I’ve learned that it’s a tangible thing.”
“Dear bulimia: I am telling you right now that you will never come back into my life.”
"My superpowers were failing me, just like my organs were failing my body."
"You aren't wasting time. You aren't being a burden. You aren't taking away resources from people who 'need it more.'"
"In keeping these pieces hidden, I feel like I would be endorsing the view that mental illness is something to be ashamed of and it’s just not."
"I know the idea of recovery is scary, but nothing is scarier than staying in this hell we’ve been allowing ourselves to live in."
"I don’t know when I first gave myself the label of ‘not good enough.’ But I do know how it has shaped my history."
"You might think you aren’t hurting enough. That people are worse off than you, have fought themselves more, or have been through more."
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