The weather here is still dreary, drizzly, and cold. I sit here as I type, wishing for fingerless gloves. Yes, I would wear them:) I'm still struggling with the depression, but reaching out for help. My psychiatrist raised my medication dose, so hopefully that will help. Eating and more nutrition would also help my mood, and yesterday I did better than usual, but today it was back to restricting. The full feeling is hard for me to sit with, even though I know that it will pass if I give it time. I just didn't want to go through that today. My nutritionist weighed me on Wednesday, and I've lost weight, although she wouldn't tell me how much. That is fine. I already knew I had lost, and though the eating disorder is thrilled by this, there is another part of me that is afraid. I'm afraid that I won't find my way out of this, ever. I'm afraid that I will always be ruled by weights and numbers, food and calories, the mirror and my distorted mind. I'm really ...
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you are facing so much. give yourself credit if you can. i can have no concept of how incredibly difficult and painful this must be.
you are a very brave woman, this i know
Angela--beautiful one, I cannot tell you to forgive yourself. But I do believe that you will. You were not to blame. And I truly believe that your mind did in that horrific moment, exactly what it needed to do to keep you safe. You have always been an intuitive person, and your mind knew what would happen if you fought. You were a child. You are not to blame for what happened to you. I am so sorry that you were put in that position. I will be praying for you.
Much love,
Eve