Frantic and afraid, eating food out of a trash can, I promised myself, I will never do this again. I will stop bingeing.
And then, the next day, or maybe even later that same hour, I would get triggered, and guess what I would do next? Eat uncontrollably. To say that I felt like a complete loser is a total understatement.
I felt like a failure.
I’d been in recovery for an eating disorder for years, and I knew what I should have been doing: I could have called someone for help or gone to a therapy group — but I wasn’t doing those things. Why? This was one of the most frustrating parts of my recovery. Even though I knew what I should be doing, I wasn’t doing it.
Why am I not getting better, I’d ask myself. Or am I slowly getting better, and I just don’t know it?
Recovery is, weirdly enough, like Chinese bamboo.
I know, who thinks about recovery and bamboo? But before you give up on me, please hear me out.
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