I guess they don't have trigger warnings for labels anymore... I'm sorry if I go into anything here that upsets anyone..
I used to frequent this forum about 3 years ago, I would be very surprised if anyone here now recognises me. I've battled with eating disorders since I was 15 (I'm 22 now) and there were times when it was very severe, when I was 18 I overdosed to attempt suicide and was in and out of hospital for the following six months, including over my 19th birthday which I was expected not to make it to. That was around when I stopped coming here. Part of it was the need for complete isolation, and I guess the rest was guilt for always needing help but never being able to give it.
Anyway, I began a relationship with a best friend (we're still together, celebrated two and a half years last month
) and things began to get easier. He has never really known the true extent of how sick I was when we got together, I always had some other explanation for being in hospital all the time, and he remains oblivious to this day. In medical terms right now I would be deemed recovered. I am a normal weight, and aside from a truly awful metabolism fairly healthy, even the condition of my heart picked up eventually, something I never thought would happen. I am far from recovered, I have never recovered. I still constantly worry about my weight and if I'm being judged for it, I go through cycles of restricting and binging/purging, and I'm always skipping meals.
I guess I've come to terms with that over the last year or so, but lately I've been craving how things used to be. Wanting to be alone, living in my own little world away from everyone else and their crap. Craving having that control over myself again, where I would go for ages at a time eating very little, when the clothes that now barely fit used to fall off me. I feel at the moment like I really need my old life back.
I don't really know what the point of posting this was. Maybe I just needed to get things off my chest, since I don't have many close friends anymore the person I see the most is my boyfriend, and he cares too much. Maybe by coming back here I can have a safer piece of it back.
It would be lovely to meet all those I haven't met.