It is a sad day. They are all sad days. We’ve finished our dinner, done our post, checked in, and like ants on a hill scurry around grabbing our belongings as we go to our private corners to blog, journal, smoke, and gripe about how fat we are. Emily took me away this afternoon and I numbed out by sleeping the afternoon away. I was grateful and even wanted to numb out, but when I woke up I had the same problems to deal with. The body memories and flashbacks are constant and give no respite. I still cling to hope, but I feel it fade away little by little. I can tell moments when my eating disorder is winning. Score 1 for ED, 0 for The Crew. I know that is to be expected. I could go my whole life battling this beast. I’ve already known life longer with an eating disorder than life without it. As I am, I fear I’ve only gotten better to the point of where I started my decline; I want recovery to be about getting PAST the point where I started my down hill spiral.
I am working on two pieces for group. One is about how it came about that we aren’t able to trust others, and the other piece is about how we, Tina mostly, use anger to be shield us and protect us from being hurt. I dialogued with the some of the parts, trying for everyone to get on the same page. Both assignments I’m finding to be extremely difficult and triggering. On the plus side, we watched Pride and Prejudice, which makes Victoria happy because she longs for her country and to hear other people speak with her accent.
Some of the other clients went and saw a movie called The Women Friday night. Overrated. C-, at best.
The parents are still in China. I dreamt she came home. I woke up with a hole in my heart. Damn her.
I sip my coffee, nectar of the Gods, and a precious commodity around here.
I need friends.
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