So I've made it to day thirteen, which is nothing shy of a miracle. Ed still screams at me everyday. And everyday I don't cave to binging and purging, he only tells me louder how I am failing. Who knew winning would be so tough? It feels good overall, but Ed sure isn't gonna give up easily. I'm going to do my best to stay focused on my goal and not Ed's. His guilt does not need to be my shame. He is still winning in small ways, but I will overcome those as well. I look forward to the day where a starving feeling tummy doesn't feel like a sign of strength and I can recognize it as hunger that needs to be fed.
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