The Bitter Past..

So while we’re on the subject on self-actualization and reading into our personalities I should probably explain a little about the problems I’ve had in the past.

I warn you now that it isn’t pretty. When I was 15 years old I developed an eating disorder. I guess my life was pretty stressful at the time, as my 19 year old sister had a one year old baby and I had just started my GCSEs which at the time were very important to me, I also had medical problems that caused a lot of stress. I remember once, coming home from school and just sitting down on my bed and crying. And I don’t just mean a few tears, but I actually sat and sobbed for what seemed like hours. Life for me seemed to have completely fallen apart and I couldn’t control any aspect of my life and all I could feel was a sense of desperation that there was no point left anymore, but at the same time I had a little sister and brother and my parents to stay alive for. So I had to find something- ANYTHING- to have just a little bit of control in my life. Food was my vice…

The first time I tried to control my food I didn’t eat all day and I was so proud of myself, for not giving in and for controlling myself with such discipline. But when I came home and I had to sit at the table to eat dinner with my family I was so disheartened, like everything I’d worked for during the day had come undone. I was such a failure.

It was about a week later when I came up with idea of purging after I’d eaten. For me I had to create a sense of normality as though there was nothing wrong. But my mum and my friends noticed that I wasn’t eating much, so I had to do something… The first time I made myself sick was horrible. My throat hurt, I cried and I didn’t feel that there were any benefits at all. I can’t even begin to explain the fear and adrenaline I felt when I first purged. I carried on despite the bad effects, and suddenly I’d dropped a dress size. People were saying how I was so thin and that I had an amazing figure, and I felt the adrenaline take over. The fear vanished and I was finally in control! I felt elated and managed to get down to a size 10! This felt incredible.

However.. physically I felt worn out with no energy, my skin was pasty and drawn and no amount of make up would hide it. I woke up one day and looked in the mirror and all I saw was a pale shadow of myself. I hardly recognised myself. I never smiled, I didn’t laugh, I tried not to socialize with people. I used to be a bubbly person, who enjoyed talking to other people and having a laugh. I used to be outgoing and I used to smile. I couldn’t even remember when the last time I’d actually smiled was.

As of that day, I swore never to purge again. I have only broken this promise a few times, and only ever when things have been really really stressful. Except now, I have been diagnosed with depression and I’m getting help for that. There is no way I’d condone having Bulimia or Anorexia, but I do understand that it’s an easy trap to fall into. It’s hard for me to talk about but given the thought provoking that has gone on today I feel that it’s only fair to be honest with you!

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