Things Tumblr will never tell you about recovery.
An ode to the people we became.
1. Dying is not beautiful. Once youāre gone, thatās it. No coming back.
2. I know you think all the kingās horses and all the kingās men canāt put you back together again but maybe that isnāt the point. They told me we arenāt here to āfix youā, weāre going to help you live with this. Some people completely recover others donāt, you only need to focus on your own journey. I know you want all the time you lost to destruction back. But no amount of wishing will make it return. Iām sorry.
3. Weāve become numb to the line between healthy and unhealthy. Sick and well. Saying you arenāt āpro Anaā or āpro Miaā but having dangerously thin emaciated girls on your blog makes you a paradox. Eating disorders arenāt a lifestyle. Theyāre illnesses. When I scroll through the āthinspoā tag I wonder whether any of them are still alive. I read the comments of before and after recovery photos and I think about the inbetween. The bit no one wants to hear about. Itās not cute to watch the people who love you cry because they think youāre dying and you donāt know how to tell them that you donāt know how to stop. I wish I could say all this to the person I knew who died at a healthy BMI.
4. If you ever enter treatment youāll know that leaving it is one of the most terrifying prospects ever handed to you. They talk about the no manās land, the stuck between a rock and hard place, the uncertainty that comes with new ground. Pitch a tent there. Leave it at the first possible opportunity. And if you find that the tent has become a home donāt be afraid to ask for help.
5. Nostalgia is a liar, we all know that. Perhaps our minds are wired differently in the way they keep telling us sick was comfortable. And you keep trying to force your mind to remind you of the bad times, that this isnāt the right way to go but this loneliness drives your mind numb and the heaviness in your heart is too heavy but I am telling you the weight of this world is not yours to carry.
6. This could go either way. Letting go meansĀ none of it has happened and you feel as if you need it to have happened except maybe itās still happening maybe itās still happening. Keep fighting. This is the aftermath of the aftermath.
6. Thereās a fine line between talking about something and romanticising it.
7. You know what? Sometimes therapy works. Sometimes medication works. Sometimes neither work. Stop hating on people because you think their coping mechanisms are āneurotypicalā.
8. When you break your leg you go to physio. Healing is hard work. Some of it must come from you. Relapse doesnāt make you a failure.
9. There are places on the internet that would have you believe your sadness is something desirable, exclusive to you. Please leave them. You donāt need that kind of toxicity.Ā
10. Find something else to define you. Youāll need it when life is for living again but you canāt find anything else about yourself but sadness because they told you destruction was the only thing that made you special.
11. If you are a boy with an eating disorder or not a teenager you are still valid. You were always valid. Iām sorry they made you feel like your pain was subordinate.
12. Get help if you feel like you need it and can. You donāt need to be on the verge of death to reach out. Seriously.