Doubting Myself
~Kahlil Gibran~
How many blog posts have I started with these two words...I'm struggling. I have now spent over a full week purging food, avoiding food, and most of all using these behaviors to avoid my feelings, whatever those may be. You see, I have no idea what feelings I'm trying to avoid. For whatever reason, I'm afraid to get too close to those feelings, and the eating disorder is my old stand by. I'm afraid that I'm always going to live this way, but I'm even more afraid to live without it, and so I keep on returning. I tell myself that it is about my weight and how unhappy I am with the numbers on the scale, and I believe this is true. I can't seem to grasp the whole idea that my weight does not make up my worth. I don't at all think this about other people. It only pertains to who I think I am, and I know that doesn't make any sense. Nothing about how I think makes any sense. I feel like I'm going around and around in circles in my mind, especially when I see my therapist, and try to rationalize these thoughts. Sometimes I walk out of there, and I just feel more confused, and angry with myself. She must be getting so frustrated with me at this point. I feel like I wear a mask, especially around the people that I'm closest to, and I live my life smiling, hiding, and lying to those that I love. I know that I need to be more patient with myself, but it is so hard when I keep slipping back down. I wish that I had more faith in myself and the recovery process right now.
How many blog posts have I started with these two words...I'm struggling. I have now spent over a full week purging food, avoiding food, and most of all using these behaviors to avoid my feelings, whatever those may be. You see, I have no idea what feelings I'm trying to avoid. For whatever reason, I'm afraid to get too close to those feelings, and the eating disorder is my old stand by. I'm afraid that I'm always going to live this way, but I'm even more afraid to live without it, and so I keep on returning. I tell myself that it is about my weight and how unhappy I am with the numbers on the scale, and I believe this is true. I can't seem to grasp the whole idea that my weight does not make up my worth. I don't at all think this about other people. It only pertains to who I think I am, and I know that doesn't make any sense. Nothing about how I think makes any sense. I feel like I'm going around and around in circles in my mind, especially when I see my therapist, and try to rationalize these thoughts. Sometimes I walk out of there, and I just feel more confused, and angry with myself. She must be getting so frustrated with me at this point. I feel like I wear a mask, especially around the people that I'm closest to, and I live my life smiling, hiding, and lying to those that I love. I know that I need to be more patient with myself, but it is so hard when I keep slipping back down. I wish that I had more faith in myself and the recovery process right now.

Comments
I like what Clean and Crazy said... some stepwork would be helpful.
I overeat for comfort and purge out of guilt. And, if I may, throw the scale away. It is a tool of evil and defeat. Nothing triggers my out of control food issues and the voice in my head like the bathroom scale. Be kind to yourself. You deserve it. Really!
I am in the same boat. Was actually just hospitalized for being suicidal. I took avoiding my emotions to the extreme after 2 weeks of non stop purging. I am hoping to start (again) an intensive eating disorder program. Good luck to both of us.
~Michelle