#cured my mental illnesses (while simultaneously giving me multiple new ones)

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Quarantine Netflix Recs

Since were all at home watching Netflix I thought I would give my fav show/movie for every letter so everyone has something new to watch. Please send me your own recommendations or make your own alphabet list and tag me! Here goes:

A: Anne with an E- This modern take on Ann of Green Gables is quirky, fun, and dramatic. It has good music, writing and is all around a good watch. It deviates from the books a bit, but keeps the spirit.

B: Broadchurch- If you like crime dramas, this is for you. With one crime spanning the complete first season it delves deep into motive and emotions. David Tennet stars in this tense British mystery. 

C: Cargo- A dystopian zombie apocalypse film set in Australia with a focus on human connection, and sacrifice. This is honestly so different than any other zombie movie I have seen in the best way. 

D: Daybreak- Sticking with the apocalypse theme, daybreak is a humorous view on what happens when a nuke kills all the adults and leaves all the teenagers. Its like if high school was the whole world, but the world had also ended. Strong characters and ‘Ferris Bueller’ esc fourth wall breaks give this show something special. 

E: The Worlds Most Extrodiary Homes- For a change of pace this mindlessly beautiful home reality show shows off architecture that could be classified as art and makes me wonder how anyone can actually live here. If you just want something with no stakes what so ever, this is the eye candy for you.

F: Frontier- A gritty, and dark period piece starring Jason Momoa as the badass outlaw working against the British in the Canadian wilderness. Half political, half survival drama this show focus on the fur trade during the 1700s as well as themes like revenge, family history and love.

I have to do two for F: Feel Good- This emotional comedy is about Mae, a gay, ex-addict comic and her previously straight girlfriend. It is real and emotional and hilarious. It’s filled with amazing characters and amazing writing and explores hard to talk about subjects, including addiction, love, coming out, and family and romanitc relationships. 

G: Godless- A refreshing addition to the western genre. An injuryed outlaw, a headstrong widow, the whole of the wild west. Gritty and dramatic, this mini series is a must watch

H: How it Ends- Another apocalypse film, can you guys see a pattern? This one is less about the event however and more about family. A young man and his future father-in-law travel across the desolate wasteland of the USA to save his fiance. 

I: I am Not Okay with This- A sci-fi coming of age story, based on a comic book, about a young girl who develops mysterious superpowers and is not okay with it. Also shes gay and in love with her best friend, its great.

J: John Mulaney- I assume everyone has already seen all of his specials, but if you haven’t go check them out! They are hilarious and relatable on a deep level. 

K: Klaus- This is my new favorite Christmas movie. Its got wit, charm, great character development and beautiful animation. It’s the first original Christmas movie that I've liked. It gives a new spin to all your favorite Christmas traditions while holding on to the essence of the Christmas spirit.

L: Let it Snow- Based of the book co-written by Maureen Johnson, John Green, and Lauren Myracle this film is a feel good romance with quicky characters that have thier lives changed forever by a snowstorm in their small hometown. Friendships and romances are formed and tested as these teens figure out how to deal with what life throws at them. 

M: Maniac: In an unlikely pair Emma Stone and Jonah Hill work amazingly well together in a drug trial that is supposed to cure all mental illness, of course not everything goes as planned. Our heroes go through multiple stages of the trial and discover their brains are miraculously linked. This series merges multiple genres into something surprisingly cohesive. 

N: National Treasure- “I’m gonna steal the declaration of Independence”

O: The OA- A psychological sci-fi thiller about a blind girl who gets kidnapped and held prisoner by a mad scientist looking for other dimensions. The friends she makes along the way mean everything, but when she gets found not only are they missing, but she can see again.

P: Princess and the Frog- A cute Disney twist of the classic fairy tale. A young woman working hard to buy her own restaurant meets a prince that has been turned into a frog by a shady magic man. But when she kisses him he doesn’t turn human, she turns frog. Together they have to figure out how to get back to being human and along the way they learn what they really need.

Q: apparently I have never watched a single thing on Netflix that starts with Q. So Queer Eye I guess. I’ve never watched it, but I've heard good things.

R: The Rain- After a deadly virus is discovered in the rain, sister and brother, Simone and Rasmus are separted from thier family and hide in a bunker for 6 years. Once they are forced to emerge they discover the world is much different than how they left it and their family wasnt all they thought it was.

S: Sense 8- This sci-fi drama focuses on 8 people from all over the world connected by some kind of psychic link. As they discover the extent of thier new abilities they also find out they aren’t the only ones and some others aren’t so friendly. This series was made with so much love and divotion and it shows throughout. The character development and backstories are rich, the writing is witty and thoughtful and the representation and focus on love above all else is so refreshing. 

T: Tallulah- This drama is dark and witty, while simultaneously being bright and uplifting. When a young drifter kidnaps a baby from a neglectful mother and pretends the baby is hers, her boyfriends mother takes them in. The story is about family and doing the right thing, even when you can’t find the right choice in the grey area.

U: The Umbrella Academy- This series based on a comic book written by Gerard Way is about superheroes with out being about superheroes. They don’t save the day. They can barely save themselves, oh and also the world. Numbered 1-7 these siblings all have their own issues and getting them to work together was the dying wish of their asshole of a father.

V: None? Anyone have any ideas?

W: The Witcher- This series, based on a video game based on a book, is about a mysterious monster hunter and the bard he meets a long the way. Somehow full of action and also full of humor this series delves deep into the history and culture of this fantasy world. 

X, Y, Z: I got nothing guys, but thanks for reading all the way down here. I hope you watch some of these shows and that you send some of your own recs to me! 

Also None of these photos or shows or anything are mine and all belong to their rightful owners

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Dear Father: A Letter I will Never be Able to Send...

I’m unsure how to begin this. I don’t know what words to use. I don’t think there is an adequate or befitting way to compose a thesis or introduction. However, I do have a vague notion of the thoughts I’d like to convey.

I am hurt. I’ve existed in a state of superposition for as long as I can remember; simultaneously occupying space in two separate but parallel realities. One is authentic, one that is insincere. Within the authentic reality I suffer perpetual agony. Within the insincere reality I function through enactment of a false display so skilled that I at times even fool myself, forgetting that my authentic reality is one typified by anguish. To a slightly lesser degree, this remains true today.

Since before I was even born the story of how I would come to exist in such a state was beginning to transpire. You abused my mother ever since the two of you first became associated until the day she took us and escaped from you. You once threw her onto a bed where my baby big brother lied, proceeding to wrap your hands around her throat asphyxiating her, whilst at the same time suffocating infant Trey under her body weight being forcefully pressed against him. You could’ve killed not only my mother, but your infant son as well. This is just one of many incidents of this kind that I’ve been told of. I am certain for each story of your iniquity I’ve been told there exists another three.

I don’t have detailed memories of the cruel torment you imposed on my mother. I have very few fractured memories of the vile things you said and did to her. what I do remember are the feelings of confusion, anger, helplessness, fear, and heartache. Feelings that I’ve carried with me my entire 25 years of life. Feelings so excruciating they placed me on a path of self-destruction where thrice I’ve attempted to kill myself, where I’ve wished for death innumerable times, where I’ve incalculably deliberated killing myself whilst writhing in tears and pain. Feelings that I wanted desperately to banish from my mind. At the tender age of 13 I became a heroin addict who would wish silently every time she stuck a needle in her veins that this would finally be the fatal shot she’d been waiting for. That this would finally be the shot that would end her lifelong torment she’d been subjected to.

It was also around this age I ceased believing in God. I did not believe that I would go to Heaven upon my death; I was not hoping to escape this world seeking refuge in a better place, I was hoping to be annihilated. To cease to exist. As though I’d never existed at all. I’d fantasize about my lifeless body going cold, then stiff, the bloating and changing colors, then beginning the process of decomposition until there would be no remaining trace of evidence that I was ever a living organism that existed on Earth. These thoughts strangely elicited a sense of comfort. But accompanying them were thoughts of how my mother and the rest of my family that loved me would feel. These thoughts were painful. Even more painful were the thoughts I’d have regarding you. I’d think to myself that if I were to die you would never even know, that if you did somehow find out you wouldn’t care because you don’t love me. The comforting images in my mind of my death did not stay comforting for very long before the accompanying thoughts made me feel worse than I previously had. Self-hatred ensued.

Before becoming a heroin addict often I’d dream of you at night. You’d come to where we lived in Iowa to visit me and Trey. Despite the fact she abhorred you and feared you my mother always graciously let you stay out your visit in our home so Trey and I could spend as much time with you as possible. You had missed us, you were happy to be with us, we were happy to be with you too. These dreams were extremely vivid. I would wake from my slumber, eagerly searching the house looking for you only to find that it was just a dream. This was very painful. I had variations of this dream at least twice weekly for four years. Eventually I stopped searching for you upon waking up, as I had accepted that it was merely a dream. Just as I had accepted that you didn’t give a fuck about me or Trey. I mean, you didn’t give a fuck about Aaron either; it was a bit narcissistic of me to believe that I was somehow any more important.

I’d always hated you for what you’d done to my mother; it’s unforgivable what you did to her, and she deserved none of the cruelty she suffered by your hands. For this, I have hated you all my life. I’ve also hated you because during my childhood in California and Illinois you never had a job, you never tried to help support our family, you were never a man. Rather you let my mother run the streets day and night committing illegal acts putting herself and our family in jeopardy because you were a lazy piece of shit. For these two things, I have always hated you. But it was during this time in my life, around age 13, that I started to hate you for what you did to me. Even thought I hated you for what you did to my mother and for what you did not do for our family I still loved and admired you. In my eyes you were strong, intelligent, wise. I loved you with the most unconditional love that anyone could ever have for another person. And you never came to see me. I just wanted to see you. To hug you. But you never came. I hate you so much for that. I loved you so much. No matter what you did wrong I always loved you. Despite my belief that you were evil I still loved you. But you didn’t love me. So, I buried it deep inside.

The first time I ever used heroin I felt brand new, reborn, like I had been recreated by this substance into someone I could never even have dreamed of being. I felt exalted. I felt warm. I felt happy. I felt safe. I felt loved. I felt serenity. Every ill thought and feeling instantly vanished. It felt as if I had been cleansed and anointed by the God I no longer believed in. There was no  more pain. I was unbound, infinite. As I continued to inject heroin into my veins day in and day out I found that I no longer had those painful dreams in which you loved me only to wake and be faced with the fact that you didn’t. For a while everything finally felt okay, better than okay. Exceedingly better than okay. Heroin comes to you as everything you could ever want to possess and own for yourself. But that’s the thing about heroin, you can’t own it, rather it owns you. I soon spiraled downward at an exponential rate and became slave to this cruel and beguiling master. i no longer had free will. My thoughts and actions were no longer mine. I now existed only to seek and use heroin. And I was still a child.

Injecting heroin every day, typically multiple times a day, continued until I was 19 years old. But I couldn’t live as a sober individual. I didn’t know how. Aside from the lifelong pain you inflicted upon me, now I had damaged my brain irreparably with heroin. Serotonin and dopamine were no longer being synthesized correctly in my brain, leaving me extremely depressed and angry all the time. I became violent like you. Moreover, the person I was at this point was someone I hated; someone I was ashamed of. I no longer recognized who I was. In my mind I was a filthy, immoral, lowlife scourge upon the Earth who had done nothing but degrade my own self and sadden, disappoint, and horrify my family to no end. I viewed myself as innately bad; I even went so far as to say to myself that I was evil. Because of the anger and rage I harbored I thought I was just like you. Which to me was the worst thing possible. I’d rather be like anyone, like anything, rather than be like you.

Even though I quit using heroin I continued to use methamphetamine and by the age of 23 I had relapsed on heroin too. Also at the age of 23 I got arrested for the first time. Then I was arrested again. And again. And again. The last time I was arrested I decided I needed to change. I was, and still currently am, in school studying criminal justice and psychology. Despite my deteriorated mental health, I always yearned to by successful. To graduate college, have a career, make my mother proud. I had spent half of my life putting her through a living Hell that I’ll never be able to comprehend. She has always felt that my addictions, my feelings of confusion, anger, helplessness, fear, and heartache, my wish for death, was all her fault. My wonderful mother whom I owe nothing less than everything believes that she has failed as a parent.I need to prove to her that she didn’t fail. If I succeed she will believe that she has succeeded. So, I quit using methamphetamine and I quit using heroin. My goal in life, my purpose for living, is to make her proud. To instate within her an overwhelming feeling of joy, success, and peace.

I have been clean and sober now for almost two year, though not without a couple of brief and minor lapses along the way, I am very proud of myself. I have not allowed these lapses to dishearten me or lead me to believe that the time I have managed to remain clean is null and void. I am affording myself grace. I am relearning how to live life. I have come to realize that I am not a bad, immoral, or evil person. I am simply a product of my upbringing which was less than favorable and of no fault of my own; though I also know that it is on me to become better, and that my past is not an excuse to continue to choose to be a bad person. I’ve come to realize that the circumstances of my birth and upbringing are not things that I can allow to define who I am and who I become. I’ve come to realize that my suffering is not in vain. I can help others who suffer as I have.

I am a heroin addict and a meth addict. This is something I must continue to manage and will continue to struggle with for the rest of my life. There is no cure for addiction. There is no cure for my bipolar disorder either. I am permanently afflicted, but I am not worthless, bad, immoral, or evil. I am a strong woman, but at the same time I am a very sad and broken little girl.

Last night (the other night at this point) I had that dream again for the first time in probably 12 years. I was little. Trey was little. Mother was gracious. You were with us. We were happy. I woke up wailing with tears streaming down my face as I placed my hands on top of my head and pulled my hair tight into my fists. All the painfully familiar confusion, anger, helplessness, fear, and heartache came flooding back. I wanted to run. I wanted to get high. I wanted to die. I wanted to disappear. I went to work that night at the emergency youth shelter here in Des Moines on overnight shift. All the boys on my unit were sound asleep throughout the entire night. I was alone in an eerily silent dimly lit room. I sat there a cried virtually all night because of you. Yet again, all the confusion, anger, helplessness, fear, and heartache resurfaced.

I don’t think these feelings, which are the product of being witness to the horrible things you did to my mother, will ever leave me. They are a permanent part of me. This is what you’ve given to me rather than love. Where your love was supposed to go, instead you have placed confusion, anger, helplessness, fear, and heartache. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do with these things aside from using them to help others who feel similar things. But that still does not tell me what I am supposed to do with them when I dream of you, or when I am crying all alone for hours in pain because no matter how much I hate you I can’t unlove you. I wish I could. Living would be a lot easier if I could.

I used to view you as strong, intelligent, wise. I cannot say that this perspective has changed entirely. I will think that you are intelligent to a certain degree. My mother used to refer to you as a “smart dumb motherfucker.” To me this is an accurate statement. You’re intelligent, but mindless. I no longer view you as strong. You succumbed so easily to the vile and sordid influences of this world, being whisked away by them falsely thinking they somehow made you powerful. That they made people respect you. That they gave you control. Fact of the matter is that you were too weak to fight to retain your moral humanity, so you forfeited it. You had no power, respect, or control. You allowed the depravity of this world to control you thus becoming depraved yourself. Though I once thought you to be evil I never thought you to be ignorant to what a proper sense of morality was. I know you understand right from wrong, yet you could never summon the willpower to make the right decisions. Your trepidation of fear and lack of strength always prevailed.

In my eyes today you are a coward. You are a coward for your acts of violence and abuse toward my mother. You are a coward for being too ashamed to attempt to reconcile with the children you have forsaken. You are a coward for being too afraid to turn inward to fix whatever it is that’s inside of you that makes you so angry, calloused, and violent. To my dismay I am quite a bit like you. I’ve got your temper. I’ve got your rage. I had begun to become cold and calloused like you. I’ve got your propensity for violence. But the difference between me and you is this, I am no coward. I will admit that once I was afraid to turn inward and look at myself for who and what I was. I was afraid of what I would see. I was afraid of having to deal with the horrible things that I’ve done. I was afraid of having to relive moments from my past that I’d tried for so long to banish from my mind. Most of all, I was scared to think too critically about you. But none of this is true today. Unlike you, I am brave. Unlike you, I am strong enough to not allow this, at times, cruel world to corrupt me. Unlike you, I am not afraid of the pain associated with accountability and personal growth. I would much rather endure that pain than be forced to endure the pain of self-destruction. I would much rather endure that pain than become a monster who inflicts the pain I feel inside upon others.

I know that you were, and probably still are, in pain too. Hurt people hurt people. It isn’t an excuse for one’s shitty actions, it’s merely a fact. I no longer think that you are evil. At least not by some sort of malign nefarious nature. Any evil that exists within you is present not because you’re innately malevolent, rather it’s because you relinquished your control over the one and only thing you did have control over. Yourself. I can’t speculate much more than this about you. You’re a person shrouded in mystery and I think that I’ve finally accepted that I don’t have to fully comprehend the reasons for your actions and inactions.

I hate you. I love you. I hate myself for loving you, but I am learning to be gentle and kind with myself because regardless of anything you were my father. Regardless of how cruelly you treated my mother, regardless of your lack of ambition and failure to provide, and regardless of the fact that you abandoned me and Trey, for a short time when I was a small child you were an active and doting father to me. You made me feel like a beautiful and powerful princess in a world that does not readily subscribe beauty, power, nor prestige to black women and girls. You encouraged me in everything I did. You taught me many things that I carry with me to this day and will continue to carry with me for the rest of my life. This is the person I love unconditionally. The person that I’ve mourned the loss of for 16 long years who exists now only in my memory.

The person who victimized and tormented my mother for years without remorse as her two small children witness it crying a pleading that it stop, the person who failed to ever contribute to society and help provide for his children, the person who so easily cast his children aside, the person who seemed to delight in feeling evil. That person is not my father. That person is someone that I’ve had the grave misfortune of knowing. That person is someone that I’ve allowed to wreak havoc on my life for as long as I can remember. I don’t love that person. i abhor that person. That person is the exemplification of everything I never want to become. That person is who I fear every day that I will become because he is the reason for my anger, hostility, and predisposition for destruction and violence. That person is the cause of my greatest everlasting sorrow. That person is you.

For what you’ve done only God can forgive. If there is a God I pray that you find serenity and peace that you’ve never known on Earth. If God doesn’t exist and annihilation follows our death, then I hope that you somehow manage to make peace with yourself before death. I know pain, and it is not something anyone should have to carry with them to the grave. Not even you, Arcell.

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“Sybil” mini review: Disproving Multiple Personality Disorder one irritating step at a time

**SPOILER ALERT. I WILL BE DESCRIBING PLOT POINTS IN THE BOOK, SO PLEASE DO NOT CONTINUE IF YOU DON’T WANT ANY SPOILERS**

Lord, where to begin with this. 

For a third of the book I waited extremely patiently for there to be anything more than foreshadowing. While i understand anticipation enhances reader engagement, at some point I was feeling compelled to skip ahead just to find out what the hell the writer was hinting towards. It took a uselessly long amount of time to get into the actual phenomenon itself or the lead-up to it, then once it was described it was horribly rushed. Timeline planning aside, there are a few big issues I take with this book, I’ll outline them below. 

Sybil is unreasonable and uncooperative to the point of reader exhaustion. If you’ve read the book, many of you will agree. I found it incredibly annoying how often Sybil was giving the same slumpy ‘woe is me’ answers to the psychoanalyst despite having moved her entire life to New York in order to get well. With as much obvious concern as she expressed about fearing that she would never be well, she put up so much resistance that I’m surprised the book concluded at all. The word ‘resistance’ infuriating her, I suppose as another form of denial, but she went for answers and assistance and turned it down until the very end (which i’ll also get in to). 

The psychoanalyst was in it for her own personal gain and enjoyment. One of the two biggest issues I take with this book is the blatant disregard for Sybil’s well-being during the DECADE of work the doctor did with her. While maintaining a form of friendship with the ‘selves’ and insisting that she was looking for the best interest of the ‘waking Sybil’ as she refers to her, she seemed to let a lot of things slide until the last possible moment, once a crisis was reached. In the book it’s even described with Sybil’s ‘selves’ causing mayhem-- smashing glass, running off for expensive trips (when she apparently has no money to even afford necessities and has to receive checks from her father), wandering the streets, talking to herself in public, failing out of school, failing to hold a job-- the doctor did nothing until Vicky, the most dominant ‘self’ magically intervened at the last moment by hastily taking over during a suicide attempt and calling the doctor to come to the rescue. The doctor should have had much more concern with allowing Sybil, who was obviously in no state of mind to be living independently. The behavior of this doctor, if real in any way, was a miscarriage of psychiatric assistance. 

Everything thing about the ‘selves’, for lack of a better word, is horseshit.  Cut and dry groupings of different ‘personalities’ who can apparently manifest themselves by choice as they saunter into the doctor’s office, some of them even interacting with her at the same time, leads me to this conclusion all on it’s own. While this takes a fairly decent amount of suspension of disbelief on the part of the reader, this option is entirely voided at the end of the book when the ‘selves’ can apparently be summoned at-will. This was what took the cake for me, and I spent the rest of the book pissed off over it. 

Speaking of the end of the book-- Wouldn’t you believe it? The answer was so simple the entire time! Sybil’s illness could be almost completely cured by hypnosis! I almost gave up at this point. By far the most irritating portion of the entire book, the fact that suddenly, over the course of two years, Sybil was able to be so successfully hypnotized and the ‘selves’ so perfectly called upon and managed that the doctor may as well have said “well shit, should have done this years ago”. There’s almost nothing more to say about that, I can’t believe what a lazy crock of shit the conclusion of her treatment was. 

Sybil rejects closeness while simultaneously lamenting about closeness being rejected. Someone is willing to offer her everything she wants but she cowers away after having successfully dated someone for 8 weeks because, once again, that ‘woe is me!’ attitude came busting through, apparently entirely perpetrated by the ‘waking Sybil’. It’s even mentioned that the ‘selves’ were annoyed that Sybil turned him away, even though the context behind her integration was so that the ‘selves’ would help her in moving forward. So apparently instead of a takeover, or any help whatsoever, they become an inner monologue of doubt. Go figure. Then Sybil whines about not wanting to be rejected and wanting to get married an have a family. Bitch if you don’t---

Sybil was clearly suffering from PTSD, schizophrenia, and DID. I get it, multiple personality disorder was the big hit in those days, and DID is the transition of that illness to make it less of a ‘there are multiple people living in me’ to ‘my personality dissociates and manifests in specific ways’. PTSD also wasn’t recognized until 1980 so I’ll give it a pass. However, Sybil should have been treated for schizophrenia, particularly considering that not only her mother, but a paternal relative (aunt i think) had been diagnosed. Hysteria came up briefly, I suppose this was the old-timey precursor to PTSD, but i digress. I feel that this was obvious from the moment Sodium Pentothol was introduced as medicinal therapy to Sybil, and why hypnosis had worked. I understand that the SEVERE trauma caused rifts and breaks in personality for her, but the issue I have is that this doctor humored this behavior by insisting that each dissociation was an entirely different person, whom she had individual relationships with. I’m sure some of this was fabricated, I can’t possibly begin to believe that it was all genuine (that wouldn’t sell books, boooooring). In the 21st century, with the enormous strides we’ve made in mental health, we have the gift of knowledge and hindsight that still was not recognized at the time of Sybil’s case, but it just really irks me that schizophrenia wasn’t even considered. 

Bonus: two things about her father that remained completely uncleared.  It was obvious that her father was abusive by proxy, purposefully neglectful for his own sake despite seeing his daughter constantly horribly injured and knowing his wife was a violent and unrelenting schizophrenic. That’s beside seeing the way Sybil reacted towards harmless objects, those are some pretty huge red flags. However, the most blatant example of this piece of shit father was him willingly participating in sexual intercourse in front of Sybil for nine years. His spiel to them about “i tried to be a good father” should have been met with, frankly, a fucking drop-kick, but he just went on his merry way, completely avoiding the realization that he’s a piece of shit who let his daughter suffer absolutely horrifying abuse at the hands of her own mother. The other, more minor, thing that was never cleared is that the doctor referenced 3 or 4 times to Sybil’s Oedipus complex towards her father, but it was never actually explained why she felt that way. I didn’t catch it, so if someone else did, please respond. 

In conclusion, 2/10 would not recommend unless you want to be angry.

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Eating Disorder

The Beginning

I have spent the majority of my life running from myself. For over a decade I battled with an eating disorder, the mental illness that has the highest mortality rate in the world. I grew up with two sets of loving parents, I wasa performer, a straight ‘A’ student, and a talented dancer. I painted on a smile of perfection — a smile that portrayed a seemingly normal life with a bright future, but one that camouflaged the troubled soul that lay underneath.

The reality was that I was painfully shy, constantly teased and rejected by my peers, which led to terrible anxiety, depression and OCD. I didn’t understand why I didn’t fit in like everyone else and why life was so hard. What I did know was that there must be something wrong with me and that I must not be good enough.

Anorexia

Anorexia entered my life when I was 13 years old. I had no idea what an eating disorder was, just that I became weird about food and developed strange new rituals related to calories, my body and exercise. My anxiety calmed down as my illness found a new way to distract me from a life I didn’t want to live.

My parents intervened quickly and sent me to my first treatment center thinking I would come home cured. I defiantly went, oblivious to the fact that I even had a problem. I was shocked that there were other people just like me, and for once I didn’t feel so alone and made friends. Although I came back home in a state of good physical health, my mind had certainly not improved and I returned armed with a host of new tricks.

I became an exercise addict. I had three different gym memberships just so the same people wouldn’t observe my odd behavior of excessively working out. While most people my age were going to the prom, I was in a hospital bed with a heart rate in the 20’s. Dancing, which once was my greatest joy, became something that I couldn’t do because I was too weak, as I sunk deeper and deeper into a world of delusion.

The only witness to my truth — my actual thoughts and true conflict — was a journal and pen. I wrote every day in intense detail. Besides my eating disorder, this was the only other company I had. Writing in my diaries helped to unload some of the turmoil in my head, but I made sure to keep my journals hidden to preserve my secrets.

It was not long before I was admitted to a specialized eating disorder stabilization program. I lost all mobility, my hair fell out, and I faced near liver failure. My weight hit a low of 45 kg and my parents were told to make funeral arrangements. This was all unreal to me however. I was fat. I was fine. I was worthless. What’s the big deal? The doctors fought for my life, but I fought back against them.

Miraculously though, I survived and stabilized enough to return home. But I was still nowhere near healthy, either physically or mentally. I had never felt more traumatized and afraid of my eating disorder – yet simultaneously trapped and protective of it.

At home I wanted so badly to be normal, but there was no way. I needed my eating disorder behaviors to cope, so that I didn’t have to feel the pain of my deepest wounds. My behaviors, such as restricting and exercising, gave me temporary relief from my torturous thoughts. Yet, once I built up a tolerance to that “high,” I had to escalate my behaviors to preserve that high. If you think reaching a certain weight will bring you happiness – be prepared to enter a black hole. Weight has nothing to do with it. So, when my eating disorder morphed from anorexia to binge eating disorder, it wasn’t so surprising.

Binge Eating Disorder

In August 2012, I had my first binge. It’s a night I will never forget as I inhaled all my favorite foods I had forbidden myself from tasting for over a year. But I couldn’t stop. Just as anorexia served as a way to cope – albeit negatively – binging did too.

Only 1½ years after the time that my weight was 45 kg, my self-destructive relationship with binge eating disorder became so severe that when I stepped on a scale in 2013, I was 70 kg.

I spent almost every day locked in my house alone while binging, and would only leave to buy more food. It did more harm than good. Yes, I was now overweight, but losing weight was exactly how I almost lost my life. The trauma soon took over and I returned home with a new sinister predicament.

Bulimia

Unable to understand the meaning of balance, bulimia took the place of binge eating disorder. My bulimia took the form of restricting calories, binging on an average of 10,000 calories and then taking up to 100 stimulant laxatives. This cycle seemed never-ending.

Yet, as my weight got closer to a normal range, I began to make occasional public appearances. I got back into dancing and started going to the gym. I put on that fake smile once again and had everyone believing that I was healthy and recovered. But they didn’t see the other 23 hours of my day. I was extremely ashamed of my mental health problems and continued to struggle in silence. Of course, there was also a large part of me that didn’t want to recover because that would mean confronting the pain that terrified me more than anything – facing myself. Everyone says they want to recover until they actually have to do it.

I felt I had lost everything in my life. My dreams with dancing, with performing, with school, with friends, and with ever being a normal person were surely shattered. What I did have though, were hundreds of journals secretly hidden away that contained a decade of the madness and horror that I experienced while consumed by mental illness. I decided to type them up, which proved to be an enormously painful, but also therapeutic experience. The fake mask I wore began to slip off. I slowly started sharing my story on Tumblr and was overwhelmed by the positive feedback I received. Maybe, if nothing else, my story could help another person and that would make everything I had gone through worth it. I realized that my story wouldn’t be for everyone, but it was important for me to shed light and awareness on the reality of mental illness. And most importantly, that there is hope to recover and get better.

Recovery

I didn’t realize that recovery is so much harder than staying in the disease. Unlike with addictions, you can’t abstain from food – you have to learn to form a healthy, rather than an abusive, relationship with it multiple times a day.

Eating disorders can only survive on secrecy, silence and lies. The only way I was able to finally start recovering – and the only way anyone can – was to be honest, speak up and trust in the truth of professionals and a better life.

I found a therapist, psychiatrist and dietician who I trusted, and who believed in me. I committed to listening to their voices and not the relentless, harassment voice of my eating disorder. One of the hardest barriers for those struggling with an eating disorder is the false emphasis that weight is a measurement of how sick you are, or if you deserve help.

This couldn’t be further from the truth. I was just as sick and miserable at my lowest weight, highest weight and when I was at a normal weight.

Society is quick to comfort you and offer support when you break your arm, or to say it’s not your choice that you have cancer, but they are not so forgiving with mental health.

Eating disorders do not discriminate when it comes to gender, ethnicity, socioeconomic group, sexual orientation, or age. Although sometimes your weight may fluctuate due to your behaviors, an eating disorder is an internal struggle of your mind. So many beautiful people share my same struggles and so many people share my same victories. I do have three gripping transformation photos, but I use them to catch people’s attention so that I can share messages that truly matter.

There is no such thing as recovering while keeping parts of your eating disorder. I thought for the longest time I could have both a normal life and keep my eating disorder in case things got too scary. But recovery means giving up your eating disorder entirely. I can’t properly put to words the grief, anger, confusion and panic I felt as I came to terms with this. However, I also knew all too well the doors my eating disorder would continue to close.

I had to face what I feared most – myself. I had to rip off my Band-Aid and expose my wounds. And they bled and it hurt. But through the discomfort, I realized that nothing catastrophic happened. In fact, my wounds started to heal. Over and over I had to challenge the lies and messages I thought about myself.

Over and over I had to face the parts of myself that scared me the most – the parts I had learned to hate – until I became my own best friend and learned to love myself instead. Over and over I had to learn how to live in a brand new way until I realized I was good enough and worthy of happiness. I can’t think of anything more courageous or inspiring than putting yourself first and taking back your life. I am no longer running from myself, and I’m falling in love with the company of my own voice. This is what eating disorder have thought me.

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