I’ve got to get back to following my other blogs but there just isn’t time in the day. Today has been miserable and emotional and the cutting screams at me to indulge and I can only turn down the noise.
Everything is after me at once and it seems we have more bad days than we have food. I realize how fortunate I am to be in residential treatment for so long, but I yearn to go home and I know my members do. They are ready to do the work and move on. I am almost hopeful it can happen.
School lingers on my mind and I can sense the feel of the new textbook, the smell of opening a brand new binder. I was created for academia.
Tonight the residents are going to a movie and I will most likely go with them. I am terrified of having flashbacks and body memories while there. They seem to grow stronger and I containment, grounding, and safe places don’t always work. I broke down at lunch today. Had a session with my residential T. and it was rough. Who can eat right after that? I supplemented. Could barely choke down the white, milky substance. At home I would have restricted. The only thing making me feel better about my body image is the fact I weigh less than at the previous treatment center. But I’m at a better one now. Surrendering is not as difficult.
To the world, I miss you. I log on to CNN.com and other news magazines because I am so out of touch with world events. I’m late for group. Last one of the week. But even then I can’t exhale. At least I’m in good hands. Save me.