Letter to anorexia
Recently in therapy I have been working on understanding my relationship with my anorexia, understanding why it still holds such power in my life, and working out how I can keep on finding the motivation to fight it.
I am doing MANTRA therapy (Maudsley anorexia treatment for adults); which works specifically with people who have suffered from the illness for a longer length of time. Although it has been emotionally very challenging, it's also been liberating and has helped me understand the way forward. I've decided to share my letter, in hope that it may help someone else.
I am doing MANTRA therapy (Maudsley anorexia treatment for adults); which works specifically with people who have suffered from the illness for a longer length of time. Although it has been emotionally very challenging, it's also been liberating and has helped me understand the way forward. I've decided to share my letter, in hope that it may help someone else.
Anorexia, my friend.
I know so many people would never understand how I could
consider you a friend, after all you’ve put me and the people I love through.
But here I am, acknowledging the pull you still have one me. sometimes life
gets loud, chaotic and complicated… there are so many people and things and
demands to constantly reach. Whenever it all starts whizzing around my head,
when the sounds become so loud and lights so bright and I feel like I can’t
breathe; your calm and concise voice speaks up. It feels so easy, so simple in
the moment. Like a life ring thrown out to someone drowning at sea. Simple,
focussed and calm. That’s how you feel to me, sometimes. And then it grows and
grows and your voice that was once so quietly helpful becomes deafening and
critical… but not to the point I think that it is wrong… because you’re helping
me, right? Because you came into my life, seeing that I was alone and in pain,
and you helped me. you said what I needed to hear and gave me what I needed to
feel and it made things better, so surely it’s the same now? When I obey your
commands, my life feels controlled, I feel capable and calm. Everything is
measured and accounted for, the sums add up and it all makes sense. You
push me to the very edge of my capability, insisting that I can always do
better better better, that second best is still a failure and if only I could
just do more. One more hour of studying, one more run around the park,
stay up for one hour later, get up earlier, eel powerful, feel like nothing can
stop me. I have to be disciplined and conscientious, I have to always be at my
best. Maybe you’re right, because when I do these things, I do get better
grades, I do run for longer, I do get more done. When I play your game, I have
the ability to do these select few things you tell me define me, and I excel.
I guess this brings me to my next letter...
Anorexia, my enemy.
I used to find this part inconceivable. I used to fight
anyone that would even suggest that you were anything other than my friend, my
ally, my only way to cope in this world.
You first slithered into my life when I was 14 years old.
You came at a time I felt so vulnerable, so alone, so sad. I was at the point
when I didn’t want to live anymore… and you appeared. You gave me what no one
else did at that time; you saw me, you saw I was in pain, you saw I done. You
told me you’d make it better, that I was in control. It’s been 9 years of your
hell and I can soundly say that the one thing I’ve consistently learnt from you
is that you want nothing more than to take my life. I mean, yes, I worked so
hard at my exams that I passed with flying colours, and I was able to go for 3
hour runs without even breaking a sweat. My clothes always hung just loose
enough, and that panic; that god awful panic seemed… controlled.
So what did I sacrifice for that? 9 years of birthdays with
no cake, 9 years of not having chocolate at Christmas. 2 years of not being
allowed to attend school because I was a fainting risk, months of being on
chair rest. The fights, the arguments that almost broke my family into pieces.
The A&E trips three times a week where I would have to watch my mum bury
her head in her hands yet again. The hopelessness, the loneliness, the isolation.
4 years spent bouncing from inpatient unit to inpatient unit, 2 years spent 300
miles away from home. Zero privacy, zero control. The lengths you pushed me to
trying to reach these set of parameters you assigned to my life. Where I was
only allowed to sleep for 4 hours each night because I had to stand for the
other 18 hours. The physical pain that pushed me to tears, the emotional toll
that almost cost me my life. But that didn’t matter to you, all that mattered
was my weight, was the rules, how my clothes felt. You lured me into this
delusion that you were helping me and keeping me calm, when reality was, I was
in more distress than ever before.
You keep me on your hook because I’m terrified what’ll
happen without you. Will I go back to being that scared and unhappy girl I once
was? Will the panic attacks come back with a vengeance? Will everything feel so
out of control and chaotic, will I fail? Will people see the real me and hate
me, after all, who am I without you?
Better. I am better without you. I can sleep and rest, I can
do things I enjoy. I can spend time with my friends and family and actually be
present with them. I can be out of hospital and living.
Anorexia, you are my enemy. And the worst part is, I still
sometimes believe that you are my friend. The ultimate manipulation, whereby
the reason you remain so strong in my head is because I still believe your
lies. I am at a stage where I am as scared to live with you, and I am without
you. This gives me the upper hand though because I know every time I do
something that you don’t like, I get stronger. I know you will shout and
scream, I know you will throw everything you have at me. I know you will put up
a fight because you thought this was home. And I know some days I feel like I’m
not winning, I’m tired and I wish more than anything there was a magical pill
that would eradicate you from my life. But know this, I will win, no matter how
long it takes. You don’t get anymore of my life, and you certainly don’t get to
take my life.
Keep strong and keep safe,
Fi xxx
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