I want to get well but I want to stay sick. When I started trying to recover I never would've expected the ambivalence. I thought my desire to stay sick would thin and diminish over time but it seems that it's only fighting harder to survive. Every bite of food I put into my mouth is a battle to get it there and an even bigger battle to make it stay there.
I suppose this is what they call the letting go. The weird aftermath when it's not quite over but you know that you've given into recovery. So I sit and bicker with the bitch in my head and try not to grimace as I sweartogodinheaven that my thighs are expanding before my eyes.
I know I could vomit. I know I don't have to eat it. There bathroom is precisely 15 steps from where I stand and the trash bin 5. But I won't. I don't. Sometimes but not always. I hang on to the sometimes because they get me through the terribly horrible.
Remy
Hey girl this is Melissa from ACE. I usually hate blogs but I love yours because of how you speak specifically in generalities...if that makes sense lol. I feel like I can relate to what you're saying, even though we have such different historys. Can't wait to read the others and keep on keepin on!
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