Thursday 11 October 2012

All Sociological analyses aside...

Today I was diagnosed with Anorexia Nervosa. Restrictive type. I'm not sure how to feel about that, but I know I'm scared.

It's really strange. Now my demon has a name.

I won't let it label me, I'm not into labels. 

Fuck this.
Imma get better. 
Soon,
Soon I hope.

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  1. Hi Heather. I have been reading your blog so far after finding it through Bri Miller. I really don't want to seem intrusive and creepy, and I wouldn't assume that your experience with EDs is like mine has been. But I did just want to say that I've been through both anorexia (as a teen - I was hospitalized for a while) and bulimia (much more current. Still fighting it to be honest). So I am all too familiar with those closetsful of demons. Your attitude is, of course, the best one: don't let it define you, don't dwell on medical labels, just concentrate on how you can help yourself heal. Reaching out is one of the best things you can do - still, in my experience, no doctor or therapist (and heck there were a LOT of them) could make the fundamental difference between health and mental/physical illness. I had to eke that out myself. Life gets less scary. It might take time, but it really, really does get easier.

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    1. hope my writing speaks to you on some level -- don't give up the fight. I'm finding strength through many things right now, and even though there are SO many bad days right now, I know the good will outweigh the bad.

      Thanks for taking the time to read.
      Heath
      xo

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