Read a day ago: “Your body never lies.”
Read an hour ago: “Silence is the most deadly threat to an eating disorder.”
Read a moment ago: “There is nothing wrong with you. Every part of you has an explanation.”
My body isn’t lying, my silence isn’t helping, my reasons are valid.
I have to engage in behaviors because after a certain amount of time of meeting my hunger, all of my emotions come to the surface. It’s SO overwhelming. I have no idea how to compartmentalize things when it’s all flooding my brain at once. The scariest things get buried underneath trivial things and nothing important escapes my mouth.
I feel stressed over eating more and what comes up when that happens.
Sometimes it feels better to be in survival mode.