Maggie, nineteen, currently recovering from a relapse in my eating disorder. A lover of peanut butter, sunflowers, and baseball. Follow me on my road to recovery as I discover life beyond my ED.
bea-recovers said: 7,46
Me: Sounding extremely formal, using fancy words, correcting grammar and spelling at least 63 times.
Teacher: Ok lol thanxx :-)
It’s messing people up, this social pressure to “find your passion” and “know what it is you want to do”. It’s perfectly fine to just live your moments fully, and marvel as many small and large passions, many small and large purposes enter and leave your life. For many people there is no realization, no bliss to follow, no discovery of your life’s purpose. This isn’t sad, it’s just the way things are. Stop trying to find the forest and just enjoy the trees.
Anorexia Nervosa isn’t Nicole Richie running along a fucking beach in a pair of saggy bathers… it isn’t fame and fortune, popularity… it isn’t cool or fun or a matter of simply skipping a few meals… it is an all-consuming, black void… an unwaking nightmare… a suffocating, spiralling, endless cycle of bitter loneliness, agony and self-loathing.
And it kills you. Inside. Outside. All-through.