but I’ll try anyway.
I’m empty and blank inside and outside. I have no words to say. I’ve lost a big chunk of time today and have the new clothes and shoes show it. Someone else was out and bought us clothes. I just hate not being present.
It’s been a while since I blogged. I’m not sure why it’s taken me so long to get back. It’s not due to business. Although I’m still in the partial hospitalization program, I’m starting this week to scale back. So instead of being there 10:00 to 7:00, I will hopefully get approval to start leaving at 5:00. This is beneficial in two ways. My healthy side says I can go home and eat dinner with D. The unhealthy, anorexic voice looks at it as a means to go work out, eat a late dinner, and not eat evening snack.
A part of me is ready to leave the program., I just don’t know where to go from here. There’s only so much I can glean from the groups with is not therapy in any type of way. Therapy does not take place at this hospital. At the most, you meet with your case worker once a week. They are given me extra sessions by an Intern, but I really like her and feel trust with her; however, as I scale back on the time there I don’t know how often she will meet with me. I would like to meet with my dietician so I can know if I’m eating to much or not enough.
I’ve spent my time reading everyone elses blogs. Seems like every one is going through something. Being D.I.D. means there is always something on our radar.
One of my roommates that I got really close to in the hospital has left. I haven’t called her. I despise speaking on the phone. A bet a card would be really nice. Everything in life seems like just a horrendous chore.
I did good yesterday. One of my alters was out with my and we made two desserts. Of course we gave them away. CAN NOT have dangerous food in the house. (more on that later) So T. and I made something called a Dump Cake and the second was a fabtabulous, sweet chocolate cake. I got the recipes of f of The Pioneer Woman. Her blog, though not touching on mental health, is very interesting and entertaining. I got a lot of good recipes from her. I have alters that love to cood, which dratstically crashes with the other alters that don’t want to eat food, much less the fat and calories that are laden in their diet. As a result, we are letting D. take them to wok so there won’t be temptations in the house. Besides, it wasn’t about the final product; it was about cooking and releasing the creative juices. It felt fun. We’ve decide to order the Vegetarian Times magazine. Maybe we’ll get some healthy, creative ways to cook without meat.
I feel hungry and that makes me happy. It means we’ve had a caloric deficit and that usually leads to weight loss. I made it to the gym yesterday but working out was hard. I felt tired, lethargic, and like I couldn’t continue. But I make myself. Working out helps me feel clean inside, and erases the dirtiness surrounding me that food seems to cause.
I’m trying to hold my head high. I’ve put more into my recovery than I ever have before; however, I feel like I’ve created a house of cards. My recovery is that delicate and easily toppled.
Even though I’m dissociative, most of my parts are pro-recovery as well. However, the troubles from the past and the seeming inability to find work weigh heavy on my mind. I ask around and nobody is hiring. I don’t have to work, but it would sure help, not just financially, but emotionally. I need to feel productive and like I am a success at my job.
Well, for being at a lost for words, I feel like I said too much.
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