I still get to choose
Quick catch up on my life.
Some of you may know that I had a bit of a blip with my eating disorder in the New year. I stopped eating for a month and became ill and obviously dropped weight, which wreaked chaos in my mind. I started getting panic attacks every time I thought about eating.
Anorexia’s voice managed to find the speakers I had hidden and turned up the volume. I hate the death metal music genre. It was terrifying. Where did it come from ? I mean, I ended 2015 on a high. So much to look ahead too with my
the eating disorder support and recovery group
my wedding in 12 weeks!
Saving up to go to Orlando
My psychiatrist who has known me for 10 years and was on leave at the time I was in meltdown mode. I saw a different psychiatrist to ask for a medication change. The medication has helped a lot.
What hasn’t shifted is the sadness and the spark I have lost and that doesn’t seem to want to come back from harming myself for that month.
Today I am going to see Doctor J. I’m nervous as hell. I do use a variety of coping skills and medication is one of them. I’m scared he will change my medication. I don’t know why I have this perpetual fear of my medication being taken off me?
Especially the ones that help me with my anxiety and sleep.
One day I want to be rid of all these medications but I need them for a while longer. I have managed to keep a stable weight of -19 bmi. shwee im eye….
I’m beyond fatigued from this illness!
I won’t it to get off my chaise longue and fuck off. Leave its wiry bits of fur so I can suck them up with my vacuum and empty the contents in the trash.
Usually, my fears are unfounded.
Writing is another coping skill of mine.
I write this not in the hope that someone will think it is an epic piece of writing. You can think this if you wish. I won’t say no to that thought.
When I write, exercise ,eat, get out, read and take my medications -the combination is what works for me.
So this is the purpose of my post to relieve the sadness and anxiety –
If you have read up to this point –
It is okay to have doubt and feel unbalanced. Having a blip doesn’t have to mean the end of the world.
I am back on track.
I do want point out as a ‘mental note’ to myself and for whoever is reading this:
is to consider how long it is taking to shift my mood and for my confidence to come back . Acknowledging this might help me from not falling from such a high height if/when the next time my illness comes to stare me down in a dusty old town – hands ready to draw the gun faster than me.
There can only be one cowboy in this town.
So, Mental illness, if I am going to have a cowboy in my life I am going to choose who that cowboy will be and I choose this dude