Therapist. There is a stigmatism associated with the word. A sign of weakness? A source of embarrassment? The reason for jokes? My view of the
ED has an ally. And he and his ally work against me. They tag team me. Just when I think I’ve pushed ED away and
I’m a mom. I’m a mom who became a mom while she had an eating disorder. I’m a mom who couldn’t become a mom without
French fries. Check. Loved ’em.
Eating disorders are built on rules. Rules create boundaries. ED guards those boundaries with an iron fist. Outside the boundaries live anxiety and fear. Inside the boundaries
I have been shamelessly honest throughout this journey, to protect myself from going backwards, but today I am struggling to find the nerve to write