
eeeeeedeeeeeden
another lost spirit
- Aug 6, 2023
- 26
I've been in recovery for three years now and it is utterly exhausting. It feels like dancing along a razorblade, ready to slip and split in half. It's a fatal disorder, a war to feel control that slowly rots you from the inside, knowing you are doing it to yourself and you can't stop chasing the high- despite organ failure the end awaiting you. It's a false sense of control, but so much more comforting than bitterly choking on the hope you'll get better, because it's a life-long recovery. It doesn't just go away. It'll haunt you for the rest of your life, clinging and sticking wherever it can. Even the shit you think is just a quirk of yours- it's another symptom of anorexia. Wanting to be sick enough to die just to ignore the pain you feel in every other aspect of life or maybe to feel some form of accomplishment, maybe to finally see yourself how youve always desperately wished to be. Whatever your reasoning is, it truly is a slow suicide unless you recover and even recovery feels like swandiving straight into an active volcano.