I’m proud to say that after almost 7 years, I finally consider myself to be in recovery from my eating disorder. In the past 6 months I’ve only had one slip up. And though I occasionally still have disordered thoughts, I’m able to push past them. I never in a million years thought I could get to be where I am today. Here’s to never going back.
I never consciously tried to hurt anyone, yet good intentions notwithstanding, when necessity demanded, I could become completely self-centred, even cruel. I was the kind of person who could, using some plausible excuse, inflict on a person I cared for a wound that would never heal.
I am very much in love.