I suffered with an eating disorder in my teens until my mid-twenties. Started with bulimia, then turned into anorexia. I became really unwell and was very close to being admitted to an in-patient unit. My now husband, parents and siblings rallied around me, supported me, and with their help I got it together enough that my Drs thought I'd cope okay. And I have done, for years now. I've always been teetering on the brink, I still have a very unhealthy relationship with food, but I've maintained a healthy weight.
I lost a lot of weight, unintentionally, following a period of being ill earlier this year. And it's like that has kicked my brain back into eating disorder mode. I eat once a day at most. I plan to eat, want to eat more, but I just can't. This morning, for example. Woke at 6am, told myself I'd have breakfast at half 6. When half 6 arrived I told myself half 7, then 8, and so on until 9pm tonight, when I finally had soup and an apple (having not eaten since 4pm on Saturday). When I eat more I'm physically sick, it's like my body is rejecting my attempts to eat.
I don't want to be like this and it's frightening me. I walked to the shop and back earlier (5 minutes each way) and was shaking like crazy. I'm constantly freezing, shaking, and anxious. And hungry, but I just can't eat. Which is the really scary bit. Last time around, not eating allowed me to feel in control of my life. Now the not eating is in control of me.
I can't do this to my husband and family again, the last time almost broke them. But I can't eat. I try so hard but I just can't.
It's time to look for help again, isn't it? Fuck, I thought I was past this.