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Anonymous asked:

What is your inspiration that keeps you going?

Being able to live a full life. Or just life in general. I mean…you only really have one shot at life. Why waste that chance being mopey and sad or self-harming? I want to overcome these addictions (or at least get them under control) so I don’t have anything in my way of living a good and fulfilling life.
There are so many things I want to do with my life, and I can’t do them with the way things are going right now.

Aaaand we’re going back into inpatient.
Yes, I have relapsed. Admitting a relapse isn’t fun. Admitting you have a problem isn’t fun. But…I did it anyhow, and per usual my family and friends are INCREDIBLY supportive. :)

This place is less of a hospital setting and more of a house of people suffering from similar afflictions.
There are live-in nurses, the house has a chef, counselors, therapists, a psychiatrist, a dietitian, etc.

It’s a small group and they only take up to 12 girls at a time.

There are regular therapy groups as well as gardening, yoga, meditation, beach time, walks, and much more.

The road ahead is going to be a rough one. Letting my walls down and being completely vulnerable has always been hard for me. But this time I realize that I didn’t get to the bottom of my pain last time; I only dealt with some of it.
There will be a lot of tears, anger, insecurity, and other emotions that I will have to deal with.

This is definitely a step up from living in a hospital, though, as this place is located in a residential setting.

My intake assessment is this Monday.
Wish me luck!

Every so often I’ll wake up to feel my mom checking me for a pulse. Literally making sure I’m not dead. That my heart hasn’t stopped again.

I think they (they = family & friends) are a little behind in my healing process….

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    Another Life Update

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    Thediaryofatreatmentpatient

TRIGGER WARNING

I still have days where I wonder “why am I still here? Why the hell am I fighting so hard (to stay alive) when I’m not even sure if it’s what I really want?”

Then I have days where everything is fine, and I feel unstoppable.

Then there are the days where it pours; it doesn’t even start out as a drizzle, or rain, it just fucking pours. And all I can do is stare up at the sky and think “Seriously? Again?”

I know life isn’t supposed to be easy.
It’s not really “supposed to be” anything for that matter.

But it sure is fucking hard.
Like trying to walk through thick mud, or snow without snowshoes.
It gets exhausting, and you feel like you’re going nowhere.
Take one wrong step, and you can be up to your waist in it.
Take another step and you’ll find that you have to have yourself up, but there’s a smaller layer of mud/snow/whatever analogy you’re going with.

Me? I just finished walking through inch-deep snow to fall into a frozen lake.
Freezing & drowning.
That’s what life feels like today.

Today is hard

Life update time!

So….about 8 months ago I met this guy (well, I knew him 10 months ago, but we started dating on and off around 8 months ago).
This guy….helped me heal and make bounds and LEAPS forward in my recovery. He called me out on my shit, helped me when I felt like the world was crumbling around me, came with to some of my appointments, was with me when I was told by the OBGYN I saw that “I would never be able to orgasm and should probably see a therapist to help deal with that trauma”.
He was with me through all of the ups and all of the downs over the past 8 months.

But the thing is…. about 5-6 months ago I was able to stand on my own two feet, without anyone holding my hand. I got to a brand new chapter in my recovery; the ability to live a NORMAL life (of course the addictions and mental illnesses will always be there, but for now they’re under control -for the most part- and are on the back burner).

What? Life? Freedom?
What is this nonsensical nonsense?!
It’s fucking AWESOME. That’s what it is!

…..Until this guy’s baggage started to come to light.
My friends and family all saw it before I did, of course, that’s what love does to you; it’s very very blinding.
Between trying to quit smoking, other undealt with issues, untreated bipolar, depression, intrusive thoughts (this guy can be MEAN with some VERY violent thoughts), and the consistent binging on anything and everything he liked (to the point where I started to wonder if he was an alcoholic at one point)…it was too much for me, in my current state of recovery, to handle.

If you are friends with me on FB and/or read my blog, you’ll see a post about how there is, in fact, a pain worse than heart break or rape.
That post was in reference to this guy. This amazing man, with too much baggage, who I loved and who loved me back despite all of my flaws…as he became a missing person.

The morning he went missing he popped his head into the room around 7:40am or so and said he was going grocery shopping, and did we need anything. I mentioned a few things, and then he left….for 4 days….during which time no one knew where he was and no one could get ahold of him.
Day 1 passed, and I figured he was off doing whatever; smoking, drinking, doing “guy-coping” stuff. I was pouty, but got over it.
Day 2: When I woke up and saw that my phone still had no messages from him I started to worry slightly, and reached out to a few of his closest friends. No one had heard from him..
Day 3: I had barely slept through Night 2, let alone sleep that past night. At this point I’m thinking “what if this guy fell asleep at the wheel (he has apparently done that before in the past), or if he’s close to overdosing on something (based on recent lies about drug usage). I was now freaking out on the inside. WHY would someone say they’re going grocery shopping and then not show up after 3 days, or answer their phone for anyone who called/texted/Facebooked/Skyped? The only answer I could think of was that he was in serious trouble.
Either in jail for something….or dead. And for once in my life I actually prayed for the former. Because at least he would be alive in that scenario.
That night I reached out to his family and let them know what was going on. We all tried, desperately, to get in contact with him…but nothing.
On the morning of day 4, after multitudes of people had reached out to him, begged him to communicate with them, let them know he was alive and STILL no answer I contacted the police and he became an official “missing persons”.
The cop I talked to, when giving him a description, scolded me for not calling in sooner, and asked me for any physical identifiers…like birthmarks, tattoos, piercings, etc. He told me that the first place they would check were hospitals and morgues for any John Does.
THAT was when I wrote that post. The one describing the pain worse than heartbreak, worse than the pain of rape….

I thought he was dead. I thought that his undealt with bipolar depression, his past tendency to self-medicate, and his suicidal ideation had finally caught up with him. Every time the phone rung and I saw it was the police calling, I braced myself for hearing the words “we found him…and it’s not good”.

Next thing I know, I get a text from him (at which point I break down sobbing, because he’s alive. Thank GOD he’s alive!!!!!) that said:
“can you call off the missing persons thing? It’s exhausting. Thanks.”
……………………

It was that moment that I realized I needed to get away from this guy and his toxic nature. That, despite all of the amazing moments we had together, the negativity simply outweighed the positivity.

True, I had felt safer with him physically than I ever had before, but I had also never felt so unsafe at the same time. I never knew what to expect.
It was physical safety, but mental and emotional whiplash with him.

One minute everything would be good, the next he would be mad and he wouldn’t even know why. There was rarely ever a trigger. None of it made any sense to me. I had to walk on eggshells around him.

I realize now that that’s probably what my friends and family had to put up with when I hit some lower points in the past: emotional and mental whiplash; never knowing what to expect, barely recovering from the past scenario when I threw them into another one.
And just like I did back when I was in his shoes, he would come out of one of his downward spirals as if nothing had ever happened and keep on going on.


It
Was
EXHAUSTING

In my current state of recovery, which is better off than I’ve ever been before, I just couldn’t keep up.
It was either sacrifice portions of my recovery and slip backwards a few steps here and there to stay with this guy who was struggling so hard to become a better version of himself and to get treatment….or continue to flourish in my recovery.
And I took the selfish way out.

So yes, today is hard.
Everything hurts; music, singing, TV shows, eating, not acting on my past addictions or body dysmorphic behaviours….but here I am listening to music, humming along, watching TV shows here and there, and once my friend comes over, I will also indulge in some of my favourite foods.

+ I can walk past sharp objects and only give them a second glance.
+ I look at food and don’t want to hurt myself or run to the bathroom and throw up.
+ I am living on my own (and by that I mean I’m living in a house with an amazing roommate who is into almost all of the same stuff I am; we literally have the same taste in interior design, she has a dog and a cat, so together it’s me, her, my cat, her cat, and her dog. Yay!)
+ I’m supporting myself financially (with the exception of my phone bill, which will soon change)
+ I am working a full-time job, a self-employed, part-time job, and am working with a like-minded beauty to open up an animal shelter in the local area (because it DESPERATELY needs one). All of previously mentioned jobs involve animals. :)

I have never been in a better space in my entire life.
Now? I just have to remember what it’s like to live alone, know that it’s okay to be afraid of moving forward (apparently that’s normal? what?), and let myself feel the pain that comes with moving on and having to leave someone you desperately love behind.

and leaving him behind….moving on….
It sucks. It hurts. I want nothing more than to call him up, tell him I love him, and let this be just “another fight” and “another break up”….but I can’t.
Not this time.
I am eternally grateful for all of his help, particularly with getting over the fear of being physical with guys because I honestly thought I would never get past the flashbacks. Without him I wouldn’t be healthier, and I wouldn’t be the person that I am today…

But until I can handle that emotional and mental whiplash? Or until he is determined to get healthy and gets healthy the way that I was/am?
….Today is hard… :(

I sent this text to one of my friends and thought maybe someone else could benefit from reading this too.
This isn’t a complete list, not even close. But I think in a lot of ways it’s pretty spot-on.

"Here’s the thing:
There is no right way or wrong way to go through your recovery.
There are better/healthier ways than others, but ultimately you have to do what works best for you.
A lot of recovery is your mental process.
You have to let down that guard, be open to new possibilities, trust when trust seems nearly impossible, forget about your pride (this is the hardest part for a lot of people), and the only thing you have to fight/argue with to truly make progress are your addictions and anything internal that gets in your way…primarily yourself and the very thing you are trying to beat/overcome.

It’s probably the hardest internal struggle you’ll ever have to deal with. It’s one of the most difficult fights you’ll ever have to fight.
But it’s also the most important.
And it’s an ongoing thing that you’ll have to deal with every day of your life.
Seems like a lot of work, but it is so much better than the alternative.”

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