I hope I don't trigger you. I just have one question (Sry my English isn't that good, I hope you get it). Why people try to recover from anorexia? (If you don't want to answer, then stop reading) I don't understand it. I'm not anorexic but I would be happy if I was. I mean life with or without anorexia is the hell, so you don't have to lose something. I tried many times to become anorexic but I have no discipline and I don't know what to do anymore...
You wouldn’t be happy if you were anorexic. It is a living nightmare. You say life with or without anorexia is hell but my life is no longer a hell. My life is wonderful because I chose recovery. Of course I have bad days, everybody does but I am alive and I cherish each and every day.
I really have no words to describe how angry this message has made me. I am completely lost for words. The fact that you have tried to become anorexic is infuriating and it makes me think you must be ill. You must have a problem because there is noway anybody with a healthy mind would want the hell and torture anorexia gives you.
Anorexia is a mental illness, it doesn’t matter what you weigh or what thoughts you act on, if the thoughts are there then you need to get help. If your life feels like hell then you need to get help. Speak to somebody please.
Anorexia is not about discipline or willpower it is an overwhelming fear that will destroy each part of you. It is an evil illness and will take everything, you will loose every single part of your mind. Your hopes and dreams will fade and you will become a puppet, listening to every word and slowly letting it kill you.
You may think you have nothing to loose but I promise you you have everything to gain. I to got to a point were I truly believed there was no point. That I would never be completely free from the thoughts and that my life would be constant hell but I saw wonderful people fight there demons and show me what life could be like, I thought to myself if they can do it, why can’t I? So I did and now I no longer live in that hell, I am free and I am happy.
People recover for health; to be able to walk, run, jump, swim without feeling weak. For hair that grows thick and long. For strong bones, sparkly teeth and long nails. A future; a life filled with hopes to grow old with somebody, for children, grand children, great grand children, that job you have always wanted, that holiday you have dreamt about, the places you wish you could visit. People recover for laughter that you can’t hold in, you know the kind that actually makes you wee and snort at the same time? For that exciting feeling you get on Christmas Day as you run into your mum and dads room and wake them up. For that confidence you have longed for, where you can look in the mirror, pout your lips and wink to yourself because you are working it. People recover to see the smile on there sisters face as you steal some of her chocolate. For the birthday celebration you deserve. For marshmallows! For feeding the baby lambs in spring time. For concentration that gets you through a conversation. For the strength that gets your friends through there bad days. For adventures and care free moments. For excitement, love, peace, freedom and happiness. Recovery has so much to offer, the real question is why don’t people recover?
Life is a precious thing and we should make every moment count. Please get help.