Showing posts with label journal thoughts. Show all posts
Showing posts with label journal thoughts. Show all posts

21 November 2016

Why ARE you here Sarah?

When you have NO idea why you're sat back in the chair of a therapy room of the eating disorders unit, that's not what one wants to hear. My initial thoughts were "because I am a me-me who wants the attention and loves her fake anorexia..." 

Yes, really. Second thought was "I don't know." followed soon after by "...you tell me..." 

I certainly have no idea, that's for sure. Yes, I haven't gained the weight they initially wanted me to. Yes, I still have rules that could be seen as anorexic. No I don't like my body. Yes I do count calories...and no, I don't know why I am here.

What do you want to do? What goals have you got? What do you hope to achieve by coming back?

I DON'T KNOW. 

What makes it MORE confusing and the thoughts I am left with after my second session with Dr K. (the 'new' Mrs W/Dr B) is that SHE doesn't think I need to be there. She thinks I am 'recovered' enough and she thinks my coping strategies are healthy enough for me to live like this FOREVER.

It makes me want to cancel my referral and just keep on dealing with my shit in my own way. Why? Because I don't have any goals. I am not going to kid myself that 'hitting a target weight' is going to be one of my goals. I will not go hop, skip and jumping down the unit corridor motivated to gain weight. I just can't see it. Not is a destructive way, I am not losing, nor bothered about losing. I just really have not got the motivation to do that.

When people ask me, therapist, friends and family, "don't you want to be able to eat X or do Y or believe Z"....well no, I don't really care too much for XY or Z to be honest with you.  I have never enjoyed food, it's since the day dot for me, been functional. I am not a 'foodie' and never will be. 

What I do wish I could work on is believing that I am okay, that I am not ugly or annoying or not good enough. I wish I believed that I don't need to micro-control every part of my life. But more than anything my goal is to know my goals I guess. 


31 January 2016

Retreating to my bubble

It's hard to explain to other people, but sometimes I just need to retreat into a bubble, garden, space or place and switch off for a while. Not to sit and mope or get lost in my own head, but just do nothing, say nothing, be alone. Switch off. Recharge. 

Some will argue it's running away from the world, to avoid facing up to situations or conversations you'd rather not have. But I'm starting to realise it's not running away, it's just taking time to retreat a bit. But is that okay?

It's like I just need to function in my own world, on my agenda and not have to think past that sometimes. Don't get me wrong, I don't want this all the time and I don't want to shut people out from my world completely, that's not what I mean. I don't particularly like being alone, I get bored and feel lazy and miss people. But hear me out on this, you might feel it too. 

I know recovery has made me more selfish. But I see it as a positive, we have to be selfish to reclaim our lives from anorexia. It has made me more headstrong in what I do and don't like and how I choose to spend my days. In the past I spent far too long doing things I didn't REALLY want to socially, exercising when anorexia was driving it, and enduring situations I wished I wasn't in. I now know what I want to do now, and my God, I will (or will not!) do it.


I don't want to upset people around me by having this need to retreat to a bubble, but I do worry that it frustrates or annoys them. I accept some family and friends will never understand it (I am lucky my best friend complete gets it and feels the same herself). She explained it as needing to be alone to recharge, where some people need to be around people to do that - we need space. But it doesn't stop me over-analysing it like I am now, because I worry about others. I will always worry. I also think people take it personally sometimes, or think they know better about what's best for me. Generally, they're wrong. I am not being mardy, depressive or selfish. I just need to do my own thing.

And the times they're right? The times it would be better to be around people even if I'm apprehensive?  I am generally aware of it too,  know it's only anxiety or anorexia holding me back and know deep down it's for the best. That's when I pop my own bubble and leave my retreat. 

I'll be honest, some of it is because it's easier to be alone sometimes, because being around people means I have to explain why I still have certain rules or behaviours that are blatantly anorexic. It means that I have to fully understand why they're there too, and I don't. It's sometimes because I am just too anxious about life. Or my self esteem is so low that I think people wouldn't like to be around me anyway. Or it's just a case of control. If I am on my own, I can just function on my own agenda, in my own way. When I retreat I just function in a routine which needs no thought. It's a little bit of tranquillity from constantly trying to set a new order or agenda to make sense of a world I still get worried about.

I also still struggle to switch off, whether it be from work or just generally relax. There is always something on my mind, generally higher level of anxiety than most. But I find other people don't always help ease it, mainly because I get the urge to talk about what's going on in my mind, I tie myself up in knots and then feel worse. I feel like I have been over-doing leaving the bubble when I could do with staying in it, because I've felt I 'should' or actually the bubble annoys me and maybe that's why I've felt run-down?

Basically, sometimes, generally, my mind needs to retreat and can only function in my bubble. 


10 July 2015

Living and learning to live

The formal period of recovery may be over, and the mass handover of notes and graphs completed, but that doesn't mean the process of recovering is done. 

It's now six weeks since I was discharged from services, and I've not looked back. It almost feels surreal that I spent so many hours, days, months and years in hospital. In all honesty I have to pinch myself that I was ever that ill to need that care (another trait of anorexia there!) 

Each day still feel like a lesson in recovery. And it generally is, I am both student and teacher. 


I can't say I think about anorexia much at all, but that is not to say I feel completely eating disordered free. I know deep down I am still learning to be honest with myself and others about thoughts and food rules. 

My GP has prescribed me AdCal for my bones and Norethisterone to 'kick start' my periods (which I'm scared to start taking, so haven't yet!) and when I told him my weight, he suggested I should finish restoring it. Nope, thanks.I am okay like this. For now. 

That, I know is still eating disordered. But it doesn't consume much of my life. I just don't think about it. The same as weighing myself. I'm proud I've stuck to just monthly weigh ins at a local supermarket. My weight has been stable since discharge, but the 200g 'gain' last month did 'annoy' me. Not that I did anything about losing it - nor was I proud. It's just one of those things. I also can't get my head around upping fat in my diet for muscle development in training. Not sure I even want to. I don't subscribe to all that #girlgain crap. I just do what I enjoy. Running outside, Guerrilla with friends and the occasional PT with my awesome trainer Gaz. 

Do I still body check, yes. Do I let the outcome, good or bad, affect my food. No. I just get on with it. Does other people talking weight loss, diets and 'bad foods' make my head spin a bit. Yes, it does. I envy them and don't like it when they're on 'healthy eating' - but do I know WHY it grates me. Yes. So I deal with it and try not to resent them for it. 

My younger sister, me and best mate at a recent colour run!
Despite this, talking to another post-recovery anorexia sufferer recently made me also realise how much I don't actually identify with people trapped by theirs any more. Which is scary and amazing at the same time. Being in that web really doesn't feel anything close to where I am at. I can barely remember being that ill. That doesn't mean I don't feel guilt or nerves about certain foods or situations, but I am firmly the one in control. That's key. 

Truth is I am still learning, and always will be. We all are at the end of the day.