Thank you again @12345kbm. I don’t think I’d have the guts to talk to anyone about it if I’m being honest. Mostly for fear of being told I’m being stupid I suppose.
I will definitely look into the massage, that would be so fantastic!
That’s ok, it was a long time ago and I do feel very safe keeping my writing to myself now although I do have a shredder so I could do that.
I have a few pieces I’ve written over the last few years that I stored away In hiding places but generally I haven’t kept much of it.
I have a poem actually that I wrote when I was really struggling with the disordered eating. I’d saved it as a note on my phone. I’d like to share that on here.
It’s...
Chewing and spitting,
Self induced shitting,
I’m down 30 lbs now I thought you’d be pleased,
You said that would be fine but you lied and deceived.
You can still cook for others, your cooking is great,
But if they ask if you’re joining them you tell them you ate.
You still need to eat - just enough to get by,
I’ll keep you in turmoil but not let you die.
You’re causing me mental and physical pain,
Pouring over my brain like an acid rain,
Fitting in clothes sized extra small?
The shops have sized them wrong that’s all,
Was 68 calories but we’ll round it up,
We’ll call it 100 so we don’t fuck up.
Shit I’ve gone over by at least 48!
We’ll just stick to 300 for the next two days.
Amazing, now you have a real excuse,
You’ve had dental work, it’s ok to refuse.
My teeth have been damaged by throwing up,
When will I learn that enough is enough?
But I see my ribs, I see my hips
My collar bones, You’re loving this.
Now I’m down by forty two,
I thought surely that’d be enough for you?
But you lied when you told me that I’d be happy,
Now I’m weak and tired, and my teeth are gappy.
I stopped with the lax because I was scared for my heart,
So you made me throw up, fuck, I thought I was smart.
I’m an adult mum with children that need me,
But you won’t let my brain or my body feed me.
I thought down by 3 stone you’d be satisfied,
But you wouldn’t be happy unless I wasted and died.
So I’ll make a pact, I’ll loose one more,
But please let it stop there and walk out the door.
Back on the lax but just for a while,
Restricting so much does that make you smile?
I’m trying so hard to get to my goal,
Then I’ll stop and eat more before it takes a real toll.
Watching videos of people eat,
I won’t eat fats, or dairy or meat.
I promise I’ll try and do my best,
I’ll loose this bit more and then we can rest.
It’s not enough, it’s taking too long,
Everything that you’re eating is totally wrong.
11 more pounds and will I really be there?
I’ve found myself help, I’m ready to share.
I’ll be small enough for you, I’ll be “underweight”,
Thank god I can stop there and just maintain.
I feel like you’re trying to take over my mind,
You were supposed to be there for me, supposed to be kind.
I don’t want to be sick I don’t want to get there,
You’ve turned into a literal controlling nightmare.
A 5k run at least 3 times a week,
And your diet could do with a few more tweaks.
Start writing it down, start planning ahead,
It’s not enough anymore to keep track in your head.
We’re slipping and going over our limit,
I feel like your heart is not really in it.
You’re letting us down and you’re going to get fat,
A failure a loser do you really want that?!
No one else cares the way that I do,
They are there for themselves but I’m here for you.
You do whatever you can to help me stay yours,
Because if it was down to others I’d be shown out the door.
But you are stronger, you know how I’m here,
You know how I help you take away all your fears.
But you don’t! You just bring my life more struggle,
I want to be strong without feeling all muddled.
Is my life really shit or are you just taking it all?
Are you helping me cope or watching me fall?
I’m so confused I don’t know what to do,
I want you to leave but I can’t see it through.
I try so hard, I’m trying and trying,
But you tell me things that make me feel like dying.
That I’m vile and disgusting and it wraps around like a glove,
That nobody likes me, I’m unworthy
of love.
That all of the efforts I make to be strong,
Are basically nothing because I’m just made wrong.
That everything I touch will just turn to shit,
Because I’m me but you’ll help all of this.
So please just go away and don’t keep on,
I need to work on myself and get strong.
I need to get better and forget about you,
About this, about us, about all that you do.
Thank you SO much for the advice on anxiety UK, yes I have a low enough income to qualify for some help here and I think I will take this up after discussing it with my current counsellor! This may well be the best advice I’ve received to help myself long term!
I really am and have been working so hard on my mental health and I truly am starting to feel and see such huge benefits I think this bump has just scared me because I don’t want to go back there ever again!
Yes it does and ultimately it was a chance to grow as a person so I am glad that it happened and I am now in a better place.