1. It’s real. It’s all real. I was so lucky that I had a lot of background knowledge about eating disorders and already knew a fair amount about what was happening to me. It was hard to keep the thoughts out that “nothing would happen to me”. I was in denial about what was happening to my body. We aren’t translucent – we can’t see the damage we are doing. I wish I’d known. It happens to EVERYONE. NO ONE escapes an eating disorder without something. But 90% of the time… It takes something bad to happen for it to click.
2. My goal weight will never be enough. I started out with an idea in mind. And then it grew. It was a cloud and then became concrete. I knew exactly what I wanted. I told myself that if I could reach that point, I could stop. I would stop. I would be happy. Here’s the thing though. You won’t be. You never will be. The number gets smaller and smaller until it’s zero. And you’re not even living anymore.
3. Your ED warps EVERYTHING. I was so confused because I couldn’t see my weight loss, but so many people were constantly pointing out the changes to me. I would just say that I looked normal to me. I couldn’t see it. I still can’t. You don’t recognise the change. You only see what your ED wants you to see – which is big. Bigger than you want to be. So you keep going. It’s a horrendous bitch. I wish I’d known that it would never change. I thought that if I got to X weight, I’d see the difference. You don’t.
4. There is literally nothing that will come of this. ED gives a false sense of hope, of happiness, of a seeming perfection. But in reality – it’s much darker than that. It takes away your conscious thinking, your friends and family, your enjoyment in the big and small things. You think it’s for a reward, but the only thing it ends up in is a coffin.
5. It doesn’t stop after weight restoration. As awful as weight restoration was – actually, I’d say that for me, personally, it was the hardest thing I did. But coming a close second was dealing with the thoughts and behaviours that still threatened me after I had physically recovered my body to a point where it was reaching a health place. You have to keep working.
6. The work is SO WORTH IT. It doesn’t seem like it at the time, but once you start getting pieces of “you” back – it is amazing.
7. It can be hard to separate your “ED” from “you” – but you have you. Otherwise, you risk losing it all. And it can be so hard to find yourself completely again.
8. Not everyone has the same experience. It doesn’t make your battle any less relevant, or change the severity in any way. I used to think people were “sicker” than me because they had different symptoms, experiences, etc. But really, I was just in denial and trying to make myself feel better about my situation. I was in a bad way, but how could I have been – others were so different? So much worse? But really, a lot of my things were hidden, others had lots of physical symptoms. Didn’t change a thing, we were all in trouble.
9. Recovery is possible, but it is a CHOICE, not a given. You really have to work. You have to choose recovery, you have to WANT to get better. I just thought it would happen. But you actually have to WANT to get better; and actually let go of your ED. I had to recognise that it was killing me, and I didn’t want to die. I have way too much to live for.
10. Slip ups happen, but they don’t mean that you go back to the start and revert back to your ED. It was so incredibly hard, and I would beat myself up about my relapses with behaviours, or weights and the like. But I came to realise that it was just my ED trying to make me feel bad again so that I would go back to destroying myself. I came to recognise that it happened, I didn’t have to like it, but I also didn’t have to let it ruin my day. I could move on. And I did.
The only thing I can stress is that there are some crucial points in your eating disorder.
The first is recognising and truly acknowledging that something is wrong. That you have an eating disorder and fully understanding that you are NOT exempt from any of the accompanying impacts. You aren’t special, it can and will happen to you – but it can help. It’s a turning point – for me, it acted as a trigger to my recovery. I acknowledged my problem, I came to terms with it, and I acted upon it.
Second, I started my recovery. I tried, and relapsed, and tried, and relapsed. But I never stopped trying. I didn’t give up.
Third, I realised that recovery was a 150% effort. An all in war. And once I committed to that, once I decided not to turn back, I won.
I won.