A very good friend of mine has been a great support system for me during recovery. We were texting last night.
She sent me this message:
When I used to see a Naturopath she asked me if g-d forbid I was to find out I had 6 months to live would I spend time worrying about this type of stuff?
Very poignant indeed.
I know that I wouldn’t worry about this nonsense if I was given 6 months to live. An Eating Disorder has one ending. Death. So the 6 month scenario is very realistic to someone struggling with an extreme eating disorder. Starving yourself, laxative abuse, restriction and anxiety are all ingredients for a death sentence.
Simone has asked me if I think I’m invincible.
I told her yes. I believe it. Or so I think I believe it. My Eating Disorder believes it.
Lisa knows I am not. You can only take so much abuse. Nobody can survive this amount of pain and suffering.
When I was at Whole Foods last year, I saw an awesome advertisement. It said:
What if you treated your friends the way you treated your body.
Ironic huh? I know if I did, I would have no friends.
So why do I think it’s okay to treat myself that way?