The Ride

So I recently finished a body image support group and had to go in for a general post-program check-in.

I’m doing everything I’m supposed to. Honestly! I’m eating well and regularly, using skills, and establishing a somewhat balanced routine. I’m ticking all the right boxes and getting pats on the back … but part of me still just doesn’t feel good about it.

Maybe its depression, maybe it’s natural resistance to change, or maybe I’m getting in my own way. All I know is that some part of me keeps knocking me back every time I seem to take a step forward. No matter how many times I confront it, my mind keeps throwing invalidation in my face.

All the praise and the smiles I received at the clinic during my check-up felt physically uncomfortable to accept. My mouth smiled but my heart ached and my stomach dropped. I felt tears burning behind my eyes.

But I’m doing everything I need to be doing, so I should be fine.

*Sound of a car screeching to a halt*

Hold on, hold on. I know that “should” as a dangerous word. “Should-ing” all over myself usually alerts me that something is wrong. I’m trying not to shame myself for where I am but I’m scared. I don’t want to lose support. I feel like I’ve only just started this whole process and now it seems like things are coming to an end. The constancy and stability I sought in my eating disorder were only temporarily replaced with the regularity of program and once again I’m left to confront the unpredictability of life that being sick allowed me to avoid.

I don’t know if I believe in my ability to do it on my own – but if I’m being realistic, I know recovery is, and will continue to be, something everyone has to do for themselves, including what I’ve done to make it this far.

I’m afraid if I’m not sick I won’t be worthy of support. I don’t think I’m ready to handle what life throws at me. I don’t believe I deserve to.

I think I threw myself into therapy and recovery much like I throw myself into everything else. Believing that if I work hard enough and try my damnedest, things will magically be okay. That I’ll find an Answer. That I can blindly forge onward because as long as I’m trying my best I’ll be excused. Because that’s the only kind of hard work I’ve ever known. The numbing kind you hope will finally absolve you of blame and make your troubles go away. But maybe it’s just as hard to do the slow, intentional, and reflective work. The vulnerable stuff. To sit down and really look at your pain – to make space for it. To finally stop pushing. Maybe it’s just as hard to accept that things are going to hurt. Not always, and not forever, but they will, and no amount of effort can change that. Running from the pain only makes it worse but fighting every instinct telling you to flee is damn hard as well. It takes time to begin to release hope from your death grip and trust that deliberately pursuing the unknown is better than the alternative.

Trying to approach healing like I should have already found the answer blinds me to the lessons there are to learn along the way. Pushing away pain before it arrives leaves no time to acknowledge what it’s trying to teach me.

It is difficult to realize that I don’t have the level of control over life I once thought, but that maybe I don’t need to. It’s painful to acknowledge that there are no right answers, no timelines or mathematical formulas, and that sometimes you have to fight a battle more than once to win it.

I’m beating myself up for not having figured it all out yet, but maybe the fact that I’m here and I’m willing is all that matters. Maybe the whole point is that there isn’t one and life is just a matter of learning to be okay with it.

I’m used to catching on quickly, so I rarely have patience with myself when I don’t. But maybe this is the kind of thing it takes a lifetime to catch on to. And even then I’ll be lucky if I do. Maybe I need to constantly remind myself that “getting it” isn’t the point, and if I continually try I never will.

I’m reaching a transition stage again, and it feels almost as confusing, terrifying, and completely fricken overwhelming as the last time. Almost.

At least now I can reflect on the last time. I have proof that I can take a chance and survive. I have evidence that choosing in favour of possibility is a choice worth making. I still have my loved ones by my side. Even though I didn’t know what to expect, I made it here, and I learned a lot along the way.

Stepping out of the known and surrendering myself to recovery was absolutely terrifying (even though I didn’t recognize it at the time). I was looking for panic attacks, racing heart beats, or screams of terror (of which there were a few) but I couldn’t truly appreciate that what I’ve done to get here has been brave because I couldn’t accept the fact that it was frightening. Just like this hard-work didn’t look like the kind I’m familiar with – this scary process also came in a slightly different package, and I’ve grown enough to know not to dismiss something just because it’s different. Hard-work doesn’t always look the same. Fear doesn’t always come from predictable places. But maybe neither does strength.

Maybe uncertainty is frightening. Maybe fear hides in the dark recesses of your mind with tucked away trauma and it comes to life to protect you from re-opening old wounds. Maybe it’s the feeling of complete confusion that comes when you’re left standing among the remains of the only life you’ve ever known, trying to make sense of the broken pieces. A sense of disorder and misdirection. The crushing weight that hits you when you not only accept the task of re-building, but also acknowledge all the destruction in the first place. Maybe it’s the painful feeling of loss you’re left with as you stand bare and vulnerable with your identity stripped away. Maybe fear feels like you’re uncontrollably spinning and desperately reaching out to find something to grab onto.

Maybe, much like a rollercoaster, you just have to hold on for dear life and trust that the rushing twists and turns will eventually subside long enough to allow you to catch your breath. Maybe fear is just the guest who greets you when you finally decide to take the ride.

17 thoughts on “The Ride

  1. Some of us are very intense and searching for control or a final answer or final path. What worked for me in the end (not ED but depression and anxiety) was to accept that feeling less bad, feeling better, and finally feeling good is all that really matters, and the only reason we want anything (including control, The Answer, etc) is because we think it will feel good when we have it. I had to learn to stop my all-or-nothing struggles and just focus on anything that felt less bad, less bad, less bad, until this practice took hold.

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    1. Ah very true! Well said. I’m beginning to realize what I once thought would gain me acceptance and love just drove me farther from ever loving or accepting myself.

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      1. Yeah, it’s counter-intuitive but we need to accept ourselves before we feel worthy of acceptance. However, it also helped me a lot to be told that we have lots of resistance on the subject of “self”. It’s better not to tackle it head on, but just slowly and gradually practice feeling better wherever possible. When I finally noticed I wasn’t depressed anymore it took me by surprise!

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  2. The Lord allows me to think on you often and pray for you, Jill. He knows how hard it is for you and cares very much. He loves you right where you are, and always will! He listens to every word you pour out to Him! ❤

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  3. This is such an incredible post. Thank you for sharing your thoughts and experience as you go through this. I recently discovered something called “acceptance and commitment theory” (with acceptance and commitment therapy alongside). The idea is that we learn to accept those feelings without changing them and simultaneously hold on to our commitment to whatever future we envisage for ourselves. The theory suggests that our feelings don’t have to be the drivers for our actions. We can feel something, acknowledge that feeling and then walk in the opposite direction without changing the feeling. I found it a really useful idea when battling my own demons and it really helped me consider what was in my head versus what was irrefutably real and true. From there, I ended up with a lot more options.
    I wish you so much strength on your journey and look forward to hearing how each step goes.

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    1. Thank you for taking the time to read and comment! I’ve heard of that too – especially important when the feelings that come from your demons aren’t necessarily reliable messengers

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  4. Jill- I completely understand where you are coming from- it DOES always seem like a constant battle, and maybe we do have to fight several times to win the overall battle. I think in the end it’ll be worth it…even if it takes a lifetime. Life with ED is something deep down that you really don’t want. You must continue to fight and battle ED no matter what. You are a warrior and WILL come out on top.
    If you feel discouraged, just think of how far you’ve already come…no one can take that away from you. 💙

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    1. Thanks so much for taking the time to read and leave this nice message! xx a life with an ED is definitely not something I want and I’ll keep fighting it off everyday if that’s what it takes.


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