If I were to suddenly fall, hit my head and get amnesia. Do you think I would be normal again?
That anorexia would be gone?
That I would forget my fear of eating.
My fear of weight gain.
And the need to have control over everything??
I wish it could be that simple, to fall over, knock my head. Wake up and suddenly wake up and want cake for breakfast? (but that's not so normal is it? That's more of a binger or obese person?)
Well to wake up and want to eat breakfast?
After a 5 year struggle with anorexia (with purging tendencies), depression, self harm and over exercising I have now been recovered for 4 years and i use my blog to help others in the same situation i once was. I am now a happy and positive person who wants to inspire those struggling to choose recovery and to take control over life and happiness again!
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Cake is an excellent breakfast actually! My mum baked cakes so that we could have a bit for breakfast when we didn't have time to prepare anything. So a piece of cake with milk is good, at least at sunday when you're lazy :P
ReplyDeleteAmnesia is not a solution. What about all those good memories? What about the ones you love, you would forget them too, right? The memories we gain and carry with us are those that shape us. The experiences we collect along the way are the ones that create us. You wil one day come out a winner from this hell, strong and independent. Noone wants amnesia, waking up not knowing who you are or what you are doing. I understand that in our minds it sometimes feels like a solution, exotic and exhilarating. But in fact we know very well that, if we start over like this, the chances to do the same mistakes are high because we have forgotten them and do them again.
Anorexia is part of our heads now, and it will always be there unless we kick her out. I had to drink energydrink today. I just thought "what the hell? Let's just get on with it". And I drank it like a shot. What doesn't kill me makes me stronger, right?
Take care, A.
I was a suffering Ana most my life. I hated food, although, I was raised on an island where FAT was beautiful, a sign of wealth and health.
ReplyDeleteI was absolutely disgusted by how much my family revolved around food. Ugh... They talked about it and ate, all the time. Where I'm from it's customary to not only eat until you are full but eat until you are tired, take a nap and get up and eat again. It was unheard of to deny an offering of food. My personal hell
I maintained a weight of 89 lbs for years after high school. But...
After tragic circumstances I underwent back surgery. It may have been all the pain medication afterwards but in a few short weeks I managed to pack on the POUNDS. Food wasn't an issue I don't get it.