In the eyes of many, I am a "recovered" anorexic after struggling as a dangerously unhealthy person for four years in college. Although I am no longer the 79 pound 20 year old I was 9 years ago, all those demons and feelings of worthlessness and self-doubt never went away - and I don't know if they ever will.
For the past 14 months, I have been struggling with major depression - and actually have been hospitalized twice for suicidal thoughts. Fortunately, it's been almost 9 months since that second visit, and I am working so, so hard to try to pull myself out from this new kind of pain. The problem is that now I feel like I need that control that my eating disorder gave me before. In the two weeks since school let out, I have felt myself slip so easily back into my old habits. The obsessions about every single calorie I do or don't eat, the constant looking in the mirror and seeing something so awful, and the drive to see those numbers on the scale go down are all there. Already, I can feel that my body is weaker and tired and starving, but I continue to ignore it. My head knows what's going on and knows better than to let this happen again, but the emotions and the drive are so much stronger right now . . .
I just don't know how to fight something I know is so wrong right now. Life just seems so overwhelming right now, and I don't know how to fight all the daily battles I face - the strength it takes to just wake up and feel like I can face another day, the struggle to feel like I belong on this earth, the intense pain of believing I am a burden to those that love me, and now the inability to stop the one thing I actually feel like I've been successful at doing in my life - starving . . .
I saw a nutritionist for 2 years and worked with a therapist for 4 years in the depths of fighting anorexia the first time. Now I see a psychiatrist and am on medication and work with a therapist for my depression. I am blessed with an amazing support system of people that love me when I don't deserve it. And, with all of that, I am still a disappointment and a failure . . .
How do I find that strength to fight for myself again?