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Better than a Klonipin

I did it. I’m not proud. I can’t be left alone. I need a crazy-sitter.

Yes, I binged and purged tonight. I was afraid it would happen, and it did. I should feel more ashamed of what I did, but to be honest, purging made me feel better than taking a Klonipin.

Tonight is the first time I’ve been alone, and I knew when I kissed my husband goodbye that I might fall prey to ED. He had been circling above me all day, waiting to pounce on me, knowing he could tear in to me when I was alone.

It started with my dinner. I thought if I was full and satisfied from dinner that I wouldn’t feel the need to binge and purge. I was wrong. The binging foods in the kitchen (there aren’t many) were seducing me. And so I began.

I will spare you the graphic details. Suffice it to say, I was out of control. I purged the binge foods and my dinner. A week of sobriety erased away.

A coating of self hate resurrects, and I can barely find the words for this post. My head is already foggy. It’s the perfect ending to a crappy day. I felt rebellious and defiant and obstinate all day. I didn’t want to go to groups, I didn’t want to eat snacks, and I damn sure didn’t want my meal. I even asked to be discharged from the program. I’m tired of getting fat, and I know they are lying to me. Gaining this weight can’t be good for me.

At the same time I know I’m wrong. I hate both sides of myself. I hate the healthy side and I hate the sick side. Tomorrow I need to march into the hospital and be honest but I’m scared. I feel five years old.

I need to reach out to people, but I am so scared of relationships. I’m scared to go get coffee with somebody because I feel my diagnosis of D.I.D. will interfere with relationships. The only support I have is my husband and that’s too draining for him. I need other people in my life desperately, but people who can understand what it’s like to have mental health issues. I need friends who are in it for the long haul. I don’t want to open up, develop trust, and then be burnt.

I feel so alone.

If I owned tears I would use them right now.

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4 thoughts on “Better than a Klonipin”

  1. I don’t have an ED so I can’t even imagine what you’re going through, but I do encourage you to be honest with whoever you go and see in the hospital tomorrow. It’s a big step, but it’s a really important one.

  2. Thanks for your encouragement, Wandering Coyote. I was honest to my treatment team today. While not feeling the ramifications or the reward for brutal honesty yet, I know it was the right thing to do. Right thing, but a hard thing.

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