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i never thought i’d let myself go this far. i never thought that Ed would come back to haunt me in a way i never knew he was capable of. ever since friday i’ve lost control. it started before that, but i still had the reigns, now i’ve handed them back over to Ed and i’m struggling to control what little bit of dignity i have left.

when i was in treatment i meet a hand full of people who were anorexics and whom had then recovered, but relapsed to bulimia. for some reason i just figured that relapsing to anorexia from bulimia was a silly idea, how could that ever happen?

i haven’t lost the plot completely, but i’m struggling more now than i have in the three years i’ve been recovered.

i feel constantly tired. my hands wont stop shaking. i’m cold and nothing will warm me up. i can’t sleep, i don’t want to eat. i have to force feed myself the little bits of food throughout the day. i feel ill, my body is telling me it needs nutrients but Ed doesn’t want to give them to me.

i feel like i’ve reached a new low in my life. i feel like all the recovery talk was just bullshit, and that in fact i am still very very fucked up in the head. i fear that i will never ever be okay, i will never recover from this. i will never be able to fix what my disorder has lead me to do. i feel like it’s easier to throw in the towel and let him win, rather then fight for the control of my own mind and body.

i will never be the respectable girl i strove to be. i will always be the friend that others can depend on to fuck up, a lot. i will always disrespect myself, and i will never be able to love the girl in the mirror. nor will anyone else ever be able to love my mistakes and i as a whole.

i didn’t mean for this to happen, i don’t know why i let it, and it feels like it’s easier to just leave everything the way it is.

i don’t want to think anymore, i don’t want to feel. i just want to be.

i’m not even worried about my body at the moment, but my psych is so down that my body is the one suffering for my emotional mistakes.

it is what it is.

so two days ago marked the day that ive been free from the grasp of bulimia for a full year. no bingeing, purging. of course its been a battle, some days have been worse than others, but ive made it. with each passing day its become easier to resist the temptations and be able to say to myself that i can live a normal life without all the complications. i remember vividly each day that i battled for thinness, when it really didnt matter. i lost weight and when i got to my ‘ideal weight’ i decided it wasnt good enough. with bulimia nothing is ever good enough. no matter how skinny you become, your eating disorder is there in your head telling you that your still worthless, a fat cow, and that you dont even deserve the friends and family that you have. its an evil game that continues in a downward spiral and i hate the way it trapped my life. it took many things away from me and my family and im determined to never let it happen again. for most people bulimia, and other eating disorders, are a lifelong battle. im happy to be able to say that ive so far made it a full year. of course it took a while after the hospital for me to stop. ive had plenty of relapses but the important thing to remember is that you cant give in. i refused to let my eating disorder ruin my life. i wasnt destined to rot away sitting by the toilet. bulimia took so many precious moments from my life away and theres no other way to get those moments back than to never let it happen again. of course i still have my doubts, i dont love love love my body, and i very seldom have an urge, but ive made it this far so whats to say i cant make it all the way? i still feel comfort in bathrooms, but now i dont depend on the toilet or the release that came with it. i depend on myself, to make the right choices and decisions. i also have my friends and family to guide me through it all. ive been to hell and i promise you im never going back. and even if in the future i have a relapse or some kind of set back i will take it upon myself to see that it is only short lived. i deserve the most from my life and im not going to let some disease take it away from me.