I am finishing up an Intensive
Outpatient Program for my eating disorder. I have so much anxiety
about this. That eating disorder center is the one place where I
actually feel liked. I'm terrified to leave. I don't know if I'm
ready. I made friends there; people I can be totally raw with. People
I can cry in front of and yell in front of and explain the ugliness
that is an eating disorder. And they get it. Not only do they get it;
they're going through it with me.
These past few weeks have been
difficult, but helpful. My body was challenged, my mind was
challenged, and most of all, my emotions were challenged. I remember
my first night in treatment, sitting there wondering if I would be
“the weird one” again. However, I realized that we were all “the
“weird one,” and that was totally okay.
I could come into group and talk about
how huge I felt, how ugly I felt, how alone I felt. And instead of
confused looks and statements telling me “I shouldn't think that,”
I had people telling me that my feelings were totally okay to have.
Were they valid? Not always, but I had people there who understood.
They got it.
These weeks have been some of the most
pivotal in my life. I guess I should look at my victories: the weight
gain (hard for an anorexic to be happy about, but I am happy about
it,) the new mindset, the coping skills, the thought-challenging, the
knowledge, the friends. I made it through this program and I'm coming
out of it stronger.
There's still a long way to go. Yet, as
I say in treatment, I “just keep going.” So I will keep doing
just that.