No human is perfect.
You don’t even have a right to be angry, she was just looking out for you.
My therapist and my husband had communication outside of my knowledge, hours before I agreed to it, and even though it was brought out in the open fairly quickly, and the content was minimal, and there is basically nothing wrong with anything that happened, for some reason, I feel hurt and almost a bit betrayed. I don’t believe these feelings are valid but I’m having a hard time simply letting them go. Maybe that’s the eating disorder saying, this is the perfect crack to climb in.
Retreat! Retreat! Retreat! This isn’t good. You’ve shared too much. You’ve finally gone too far.
What did I expect when safety appears to be involved? Things born out of love or good intentions for the safety of another person are not things to be upset about, right?
Regret is sinking in so fast. I’ve been far too vulnerable this week.
I’ve endured multiple emotional marathons in the past 10 days. Maybe it’s time for a very big break. From all things and people recovery. I want to be alone. I wish I were invisible. I want all of this weight off of me.
I definitely can’t gain more weight. I don’t even know the number, but my body image has shifted so much my weight has to be up a lot. I’m too fat to be in therapy for an eating disorder.
I want to jump this ship and disappear.