It has been an emotional week. Yesterday marked 9 years since I re-entered the world after eating disorder treatment. I am still here, sometimes by a thread, but I am here. I eat.
The shoes I wore on the plane home are still in my closet. Some of my clothes are still marked with my number "318" (maybe I should shop more??) There are days that the emotions are still to raw to 'there' to deal with.
My eating disorder will never be gone. Will never leave me entirely-- in the way I eat, the way I look at myself in mirrors, the damage to my physical self, and the damage to my emotional/spiritual self--remnants are there and will always be there.
Thank you Mom and Dad. Thank you for sending me. Thank you for saving me. Thank you for believing in me when I was batty and wild. I cannot thank you enough. I love you