the hard days.

The hard days hurt.

They feel like square one.

They look like a wrecked battlefield. 

They taste like defeat.

The hard days make me doubt myself, make me loathe myself.

I wish they could go away forever.

And yet,

I feed into those hard days.

Pun definitely intended.

I let them define me.

I let them overrule me.

I let them get the best of me,

I choose to focus on the eating disorder,

Rather than focus on the emotions of life

I choose to focus on the food,

And how little or how much I can have of it,

Because it provides escape.

Because it’s the cheapest, easiest, fastest comfort I know.

And comfort-

Why am I still chasing comfort?

When the disorder is anything but? 

When the disorder is chaos and pain and absolute horror?

Why chase comfort

In a voice that only offers sugarcoated deceit? 

Why seek solace

In the hands of your greatest enemy? 

 

 

I wish there was a CURE button. I wish there was a black-and-white recovery solution. I wish I could stop the obsession forever. I can’t. I don’t know if I ever will. But I’m trying. I just hope it’s enough. 

2 thoughts on “the hard days.

  1. Although they might feel like it, days like this aren’t square one. Square one never would have allowed for a post like this. Full of bravery and accountability and vulnerability. You’ll never again be at square one. You will always be in recovery and that’s exciting–on the days you are able to remember that it’s an adventure and not a death sentence. Take heart and be good to yourself. There is always someone somewhere quietly rooting for you.

  2. Yep, I echo what the wonderful Jill has commented above me. You are enough. You are always enough. The fact that you are trying means you are so far from where you were at square one. Much love to you, dear.

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