This morning my dietitian knew exactly how to reach my healthy and wise self despite the major presence of my eating disorder self. She knew how to jump in with me in my mess and fight for me when I couldn’t. It worked. I felt so loved and cared for. I felt my walls drop and I felt surrounded by safety and held.
My team has learned how to really help me. That feels good. It feels so good knowing I can show up in any condition, and they will accept me, hold space for me, love me, and care for me.
All I have to do when things get hard is show up. They’ve got me from there.
Feed the good wolf.
I feel so lucky to know they get me. And refuse to give up on me or give in to the eating disorder part of me that frequently wants to sabotage everything. Even though I’ve been on a bit of a rollercoaster, they’ve joined me.
Love will keep me in the fight, even when I don’t believe I have any fight left in me.
I’m sure it’s no coincidence my 3 year old chose a wolf shirt today and has been howling all day. It took me until now to see the beautiful reminder in that. 💙