Monday, March 25, 2013
Gas for the engine...
Things were so pitch black that there was no light shining in. My four walls were dark and desolate with not a glimmer of light. Life was spiraling out of control and there was no hope. I did not trust anyone except the voices of ED (eating disorder) at the time. The life of anorexia was so self-consuming, it was deadly. I often wondered how I was able to untangle myself from the wrath of ED. My gas tank was running on fumes, and some how I made it through the doors of death.
I often ask myself, "what kept me going?" What kept the darkness from the coffin from consuming my soul? I somehow knew deep down that there was more to life than my best friend ED. I was trying to believe that I was a separate person from ED. I needed to believe and trust all the people that were on Ariane's side not ED's side.
At first, hope and inspiration was so meager and sparse, that it was practically non-existent. It was with all my supports and the little voice of Ariane, that kept things running. ED's life goals did not match up with mine. I did not want to be a lifeless-corpse with a feeding tube down my nose my entire life. I had dreams and aspirations to succeed.
Ultimately, it was the little voice of Ariane that needed to make the changes in order to live a fruitful, meaningful life. It was not, and still is not, easy to stay a float above the struggle. Once I started believing in myself, I re-learned how to take care of myself. I still struggle to put myself first, but it comes much easier as my voice stays strong. The gas tank runs half full now.
Sunday, March 17, 2013
Journey
Journey
A road less walked
a path less taken
a word to talk.
To begin a journey
and to fail at times
but to keep learning.
Failure is being stuck,
learning from mistakes
is much better luck.
A place so sacred and divine
to call your own
and to begin to survive.
The pain and agony
the loss and shame
to learn to enjoy life fully.
To continue the steps
one foot forward
and taking the leaps.
Recovery is a true journey.
Written by:
-A.N.T.
Saturday, March 9, 2013
Feeling High
I search for feeling high. I look under rocks and trash to find my fix. I go beyond the depths of earth to find it. I would feel high from my eating disorder and other unhealthy coping skills. The adrenaline would rush through my veins to my head. I would begin to feel numb, high as a kite.
Suddenly, I began to feel high again without my unhealthy coping skills. It was foreign territory. I woke up yesterday listening to the radio, laughing out loud at the conversation that was occurring I walked into work with my head held high, smiling at every person that walked by me. I started to get report, while I was thinking of my day. I was excited to work; I felt high. I was ecstatic to see my patients and make a difference in their lives. My life got a glimpse of being high on life.
Today, I woke up and felt lost. I was wondering what I could do to fill my empty day. I thought of many things that would not match up with my path to recovery. Suddenly, I thought of something else such as the gym. I was not motivated to go to the gym. All I wanted to do was feel high right now. The struggle to put on my gym clothes was extremely challenging. I began to think of negative thoughts, "I am not in shape. I am not good enough to work out." Despite the negative thinking, I put my stinky shoes on and walked to the gym. I worked up a sweat. I felt amazing. I had that wonderful high in my veins pumping up to my brain. I had come to a point in my recovery that I could work out healthily. I worked out for a set amount of time, despite wanting to go longer. I was proud of myself.
I was proud! I was at a turning point on my road to recovery. I was starting to enjoy the simple pleasure in my life again. I got glimpses of life on the other side of the darkness. I was able to laugh, play, work, sweat, and be present in reality. Today, I wish everyone a happy, fruitful day.
-A.N.T.
"I invent creative solutions to every problem."
-Amy Zerner and Monte Farber
Suddenly, I began to feel high again without my unhealthy coping skills. It was foreign territory. I woke up yesterday listening to the radio, laughing out loud at the conversation that was occurring I walked into work with my head held high, smiling at every person that walked by me. I started to get report, while I was thinking of my day. I was excited to work; I felt high. I was ecstatic to see my patients and make a difference in their lives. My life got a glimpse of being high on life.
Today, I woke up and felt lost. I was wondering what I could do to fill my empty day. I thought of many things that would not match up with my path to recovery. Suddenly, I thought of something else such as the gym. I was not motivated to go to the gym. All I wanted to do was feel high right now. The struggle to put on my gym clothes was extremely challenging. I began to think of negative thoughts, "I am not in shape. I am not good enough to work out." Despite the negative thinking, I put my stinky shoes on and walked to the gym. I worked up a sweat. I felt amazing. I had that wonderful high in my veins pumping up to my brain. I had come to a point in my recovery that I could work out healthily. I worked out for a set amount of time, despite wanting to go longer. I was proud of myself.
I was proud! I was at a turning point on my road to recovery. I was starting to enjoy the simple pleasure in my life again. I got glimpses of life on the other side of the darkness. I was able to laugh, play, work, sweat, and be present in reality. Today, I wish everyone a happy, fruitful day.
-A.N.T.
"I invent creative solutions to every problem."
-Amy Zerner and Monte Farber
Friday, March 1, 2013
Pieces to the puzzle
A u-turn has occurred this year on my road to recovery. I knew I was hitting a dark hole at the start of 2013. I was falling down the well, loosing my sights on the sun. The darkness had arrived at my door. I knew I needed help when I practically hit bottom and could not find the shine of the light.
My nails were bleeding and full of dirt while I tried to climb up my well. I could not do it alone anymore. I needed professional help so, I entered through the revolving door again for treatment. My independence was taken away, but I was learning new healthy ways to cope. Tears were filling my eyes as I attempted to excel forward with treatment. I was scared, afraid, and felt alone at times, but I knew that it was the necessary steps I needed to take. I leaned on my friends and family, supports, and my new treatment team.
One of my next steps, was to take part in a women's group partial program. It was there that I built more skills. I started to redevelop structure to my day in the outside world. It sure was not easy to talk about feelings and past memories, but I knew I needed to face some of it. My pieces to my puzzle were starting to fit together.
I received complete care at the partial program, receiving ample time to build on skills. Part of my next steps forward, I found a wonderful new clinician and nutritionist to complete my team. My insurance even agreed to a single-case agreement to see my psychiatrist out-patient more frequently. I started going to Smart Recovery groups to sharpen my toolbox. My PCP visits have increased to every two to three weeks. I can now say my puzzle is a masterpiece with light gleaming on it.
-A.N.T.
"With one step forward, I shall ascend to the stars"
My nails were bleeding and full of dirt while I tried to climb up my well. I could not do it alone anymore. I needed professional help so, I entered through the revolving door again for treatment. My independence was taken away, but I was learning new healthy ways to cope. Tears were filling my eyes as I attempted to excel forward with treatment. I was scared, afraid, and felt alone at times, but I knew that it was the necessary steps I needed to take. I leaned on my friends and family, supports, and my new treatment team.
One of my next steps, was to take part in a women's group partial program. It was there that I built more skills. I started to redevelop structure to my day in the outside world. It sure was not easy to talk about feelings and past memories, but I knew I needed to face some of it. My pieces to my puzzle were starting to fit together.
I received complete care at the partial program, receiving ample time to build on skills. Part of my next steps forward, I found a wonderful new clinician and nutritionist to complete my team. My insurance even agreed to a single-case agreement to see my psychiatrist out-patient more frequently. I started going to Smart Recovery groups to sharpen my toolbox. My PCP visits have increased to every two to three weeks. I can now say my puzzle is a masterpiece with light gleaming on it.
-A.N.T.
"With one step forward, I shall ascend to the stars"
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