Two Year Review

Today is February 8, 2015. Two years ago today, I discharged from my last hospitalization and treatment center in Tulsa, Oklahoma where I had been receiving care for anorexia, depression, and anxiety. Two years ago today, I walked out of the doors into a life I had no idea I would ever be able to live. A year and a half ago, I stopped seeing my dietitian. I had learned to eat intuitively enough that we didn’t feel the care was necessary. Six months ago, when I left for college, I stopped seeing my therapist (who I miss dearly every day). We decided that I could handle college with the set of tools I had learned and that I didn’t need the care of another therapist 1,000 miles away.

I have been committed to recovery since January 1, 2013. And still, there are days when I can’t find the will to make myself eat. There are days when I force myself not to look up the calories burned by exercise. There are days where I consume a pint of ice cream for dinner with friends and want nothing more than to have skipped it. But instead I finish my food and ignore the calories and sit in my bed until the urges pass. I rely on the skills I learned in treatment and from therapist, tools that have been so engrained in my brain that they often feel instinctive. The days that I struggle often coincide with the days I feel lonely, overwhelmed, stressed, or scared. I understand most of the reasoning behind my eating disorder and I understand how to get myself out of it. But some days, the shiny recovery light seems too far away and too dull, and some days I fail at maintaining recovery. I let the urges win and I feel guilty for doing so, but my eating disorder voice doesn’t.

In the beginning stages of my recovery, I heard someone say that only 1/3 of those struggling with eating disorders will make a full recovery (this percentage fluctuates from 33% to 50% depending on where you get your information). And that number almost scared me out of trying to get better.

But since then, I’ve realized that not recovering fully doesn’t mean you can’t live a full life. Although my health has rebounded from the depths of my eating disorder to normal, although I have stable, wonderful relationships with my family, friends, and boyfriend, and although from the outside it looks like everything is okay, I would not say I’m fully recovered. There are days I still struggle. But, regardless of how much it hurts in the moment, I don’t know if it necessarily matters. My struggles haven’t taken away from my ability to live a life I’m proud of. In fact, they haven’t taken away from my ability to be proud of who I am. Every part of my life has been impacted by my eating disorder: relationships, academics, jobs, self-image, and beliefs. And while the illness was a living hell while I was in it, I’m happy with how it changed me.

I think the problem is that people expect treatment to be a cure-all. We (and I’m guilty of doing it, too), think that a healed body is a healed mind. We think that being out of treatment for a certain amount of time should mean that a person is all better: take antibiotics for a week and your infection will go away for good. But mental health doesn’t work that way. I’m two years out of treatment and I still think about my eating disorder every day. I still miss the safety bubble that is treatment, the girls I met there, and my therapists, doctors, nurses, and technicians that helped in saving my life. But I wouldn’t give up my life. No matter how hard it is, I will fight for as long as it takes. If in times of stress, loss, or uncertainty, I have to battle urges every day, all day, then so be it. There is no feeling more rewarding than realizing you have fought against the illness that claims so many lives and won.

(February 8, 2015)

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