It is not a diet it is a insanity dilemma
So, here I am. Eating again. I know the scales are going to go up. I’m scared. I don’t want to go up to 65 kilos again. I’m bartering with my Anorexic Dinosaur- old, gargantuan and frightening. I got my wish. I am on diazepam and the novelty of taking it has died already.
There is no magic pill. Yes, these little pills are meant to be ‘mothers little helpers’ but I have built up such a tolerance to pills that it seems like they don’t work.
I have a lengthy list of what I take:
- Fluoxetine 60 mg
- quetiapine 600 mg
- Lamotrigine 300 mg
- diazepam 20 mg
- Lorazepam 2.5 mg
- Nitrazepam 15 mg
Today I took my morning dose and for the first time in a long time I felt melancholy about how I rely on so much medication. I get so forgetful -I am terrified of getting dementia from all these pills. I’ve been on medication since I was 14 years old. I’m going to be 35 this year. I want to be FREE of these pills but I am addicted to them. There we are, I said: I am a legal drug- taking junkie. That’s what it boils down to. I’m not going to lie, I am down and out. I feel like a failure today. I can’t even leave the house. I’m letting my daughter and my partner down. It’s sunny in the U.K.! What a perfect opportunity to bask in the sunlight and be a family and go to the park. No, I’m way too morose and in my comfort zone.
What about the volunteering you ask ? The eating disorder recovery support group I am setting up. Where has that passion gone? That drive and lust to live with purpose?
I don’t have a clue. But, I am going to get it back. I’m going to start enjoying exercise again. Eating what I want- feeling proud of my body. Be happy again. Happiness comes from inside- where are you hiding? WHERE?
I can’t spend my days, sleeping away like I have been pricked by some poisonous needle. I need to wake up from my nebulous slumber and face and accept that the figures on the scale are not what makes up the whole sum of me. How crazy is it that I get so upset over a weight increase of 1-2 kilo’s? I want to be free again. I love food. I do! I want my life back. Reclaim it. It is mine. I will not be prisoner of my mind any longer. No, no ,no.
I want to feel attractive again. I want to be free to rise to the dizzy heights of success.
NO MORE SELF-SABOTAGE. I feel like this post is not worthy of publishing but I must write first and foremost for myself.
Posted on Jan 23, 2016, in WRITE TO RECOVER and tagged Beliefs, Eating Disorders, Emotions, Life, Recovery, Thoughts. Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.
Daisy in the willows 
Well you aren’t the only I’m in the United States, I know that feeling.
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This is what I love about blogging. I get to meet other people going though similar experiences.
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You are so right hun, some people are worst then others. Thanks
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It is good that you wrote. Sometimes sorting and getting our thoughts down is an initial step in healing.
Outlying in the far ends of the spectrum is usually caused by some trauma. Anorexia vs overweight, bipolar, mental health/addiction, are all signs that your central system is grappling with some unresolved something.
Often, what we cannot accept about ourselves, has been placed there by either circumstances, people, or factors outside ourselves. It isn’t healthy to play the blame-game necessarily, but it is helpful to go back and examine that which causes us anxiety. These factors are usually lies we have accepted about ourselves and our world. Once these are found and realized they cannot continue to play a role in our psyche. The outlying factors then fall away and we find equilibrium.
I’m hoping you find all that your soul is desiring.
Peace
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