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My ED recovery journey

freakazoidiscool — 2024-01-20 18:27:51 UTC

Hey, I'm Sara. So, my whole deal with an eating disorder started kind of sneakily. It wasn't about looking good or trying to fit some beauty standard more like me trying to grab a slice of control in my crazy life.

Started innocently enough wanting to drop a few pounds for a special thing. But as the scale numbers went down, weirdly, I felt like some champ. Compliments amped it up, and soon, it wasn't about looking good anymore; it was about being the boss of everything.

Every meal turned into this weird battleground. I'd count calories like it was some Olympic sport, dodge certain foods like they were villains, and act like my weird discipline was normal. The scale became my weird judge, and the lower the number, the more I felt like a superhero.

But let me tell you, behind all that so called control, I was losing myself. Tired all the time, dizzy spells, and basically becoming a hermit. Friends and family were worried, but I was in full on denial mode, thinking I was the mastermind here.

Then, I hit a breaking point. That's when it hit me I was in over my head. Recovery isn't some straight line; it involves therapy, support groups, and unpacking a mess of thoughts that had me all tangled up.

Getting better isn't just about relearning to eat; it's diving into why I was messed up in the first place. Dealing with the emotional junk I'd numbed with all those weird food rules.

Still on the healing road, but I've figured out that real strength is asking for help and owning up to the messy parts. Sharing my story, hoping it chips away at the whole silence thing around eating disorders. If you're in the same boat, reach out. You deserve the support.

Let's Break the silence

freakazoidiscool — 2024-01-20 18:33:53 UTC

Hi, My cousin fought a silent battle with an eating disorder. He was the glue in our fam—kind, full of life, and always there. But behind the scenes, anorexia was doing its thing. We tried everything—hospital visits, therapy, family pow-wows. It felt like we were throwing love at an invisible enemy. Losing Him hit different, you know? It's like a piece of the puzzle went missing, and no one had a clue where it went. This isn't about spotlighting pain. It's about shedding light on the realness of eating disorders. They're not just physical battles; they mess with your mind. So, I'm here, shouting from the virtual rooftops, urging folks to talk about mental health. Let's break the silence, y'all. For my cousin!

freakazoidiscool — 2024-02-02 14:24:52 UTC

Yo, I'm in this bulimia mess. My parents? Zero care, man. Mental struggles? Straight-up ignored. Puking or passing out? Just background noise. It's like talking to walls when I spill my guts. In this messed-up world, my head's the elephant in the room, and nobody's noticing. Mental wars? Solo mission. Just me, navigating this chaotic battlefield, feeling invisible.

freakazoidiscool — 2024-02-04 09:39:33 UTC

yeah same im going through bulimia all the same, ik how you feel i hope you get better just make a meal plan and talk to a nutritionist im sure it'll help, it worked for me!

freakazoidiscool — 2024-02-04 09:40:23 UTC

hey ty for the tips i just feel so invisible in this world yk

LETS BREAK THE SILENCE FOR THE DISEASED COUSIM

freakazoidiscool — 2024-02-04 09:45:43 UTC

Hey Im so sorry about you cousin ik what it feels like to lose a family member let's shatter the silence so more people are aware of ED, Let's TALK ABOUT MENTAL HEALTH LETS BREAK THE SILLLLLLENCEEEEE!!

freakazoidiscool — 2024-02-04 09:46:57 UTC

totally understandable you should try therapy it ll help and you wont feel so alone cuz therapists are very supportive and they talk to and understand you

freakazoidiscool — 2024-02-16 06:09:06 UTC

good luck sara!

My Eating Disorder Trauma

freakazoidiscool — 2024-02-27 06:14:21 UTC

As a child, my parents would always call me out for being "too fat" which made me feel really insecure, I would starve myself for four days when attending special occasions like weddings or family get-togethers. I was 5 foot 3 inches tall and just 83 pounds thinking I was obese, no one would sit me down and tell me that I was fine and I suffered as a result, I would purge and even fainted once, I always wanted to lose my hip but no one was there for me. The funny thing is that I didn't even know that I had an eating disorder until after I recovered

freakazoidiscool — 2024-02-27 06:20:14 UTC

Hey, I just want you to know that realizing you've got an eating disorder is a big deal, and you're doing awesome by acknowledging it. It's like taking a step towards understanding yourself a bit better, even though it might feel like a crazy rollercoaster right now. But guess what? You're not alone in this. By recognizing what's going on, you're giving yourself a chance to heal, and that's pretty amazing. It's like flipping a switch you're saying, "Hey, I deserve to feel better, and I'm ready to take on whatever it takes." So, be kind to yourself through this process, and remember, there's a whole bunch of folks cheering you on. You got this! , Ik how you feel, though i don't have an ed myself but it's been pretty tough lately, seeing my bestie go through it. It's like, you know, you want to help and be there, but it's hard to figure out the right words. I'm learning that just being there, listening without judgment, and offering a shoulder to lean on can mean a lot. so i am going to encourage everyone i can cuz you deserve it!

freakazoidiscool — 2024-02-28 06:49:09 UTC

I'm sharing my journey through anorexia and the transformative life I found post-treatment. The struggle began seven years ago, peaking during college where perfectionism and the pressure to excel fueled my battle with an eating disorder.

Corporate life only exacerbated my challenges until the pandemic-induced layoff became a turning point. With nothing else to do, I decided it was time for treatment. Joining CFD in June 2020, I committed to leave my eating disorder behind.

Life after treatment is a complete turnaround. I embraced recovery wholeheartedly and even came out during the process. Physical and mental changes followed - acne disappeared, brain fog lifted, and I discovered joy in simple activities like walking. Starting my own social media agency, I found freedom from the shackles of perfectionism.

To those considering treatment, I urge openness and commitment. Initially resistant, I realized that leaning into the process was the key to my transformation. Recovery is both physical and mental work.

Now, post-treatment, I run a successful business, liberated from the stresses of perfectionism. My journey is a testament to the possibilities that await those willing to embark on the path to recovery.