Surviving (Maybe Even Enjoying) Thanksgiving With an Eating Disorder
On a holiday centered around food, it’s near impossible for me, a person with an eating disorder, to maintain a healthy mindset.
Topic: healing
On a holiday centered around food, it’s near impossible for me, a person with an eating disorder, to maintain a healthy mindset.
My brother was extraordinary. When he died, so suddenly and without warning, I felt that nothing would be extraordinary again. Except for my pain.
All signs point to joy. All calculations add up to delight. So why the hell do I feel so afraid and sad?
There are books to read, trips to travel, footprints to imprint in the ground. Your footprints.
I would love to believe that it only goes up from here, but things are rarely so perfect.
I’m attracted to men. That single sentence has been a source of anxiety and depression for a large part of my life.
A year ago I was hopeless, broke, and I wanted to die. I believed that at the age of thirty-six it was too late to make a life worth living. I was so scared of myself because I had no idea who I really was without drugs or alcohol.
Losing my leg led to a slow and painful downward spiral toward rock bottom, and it has taken years to climb my way out.
You could say I’ve been through a trauma or two.
Come on decades of therapy, do your thing. Come on endless sessions in rehab, remind me that I am more than my rage.
I am now searching for the keys to unlock my caged emotions so that I might once in a while admit candidly before others that I am not always doing okay. And maybe, just maybe, it will be all right for me to be human.
The good exists even if it’s small, silly, or invisible.
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