I am caught in Ana's web, deluded by her lies and promises . . . Just a few more pounds, she whispers, and we're done. A few more pounds and you can rest. I just need to see your bones more clearly; do not give up, you will be beautiful and you will be free.
It is hard to think, to fight these seductive thoughts. I feel rejected all around — no room at the inn for me, the door is barred shut, recovery not available. Then Ana whispers in her oddly sweet Brunhilde Nazi bitch voice — Why bother? You will be Ana forever.
I feel the sharp images of my bones whenever I move or sit or try to rest; there's no cushion against the hardness of life. I am reminded of what I have lost.
And Ana whispers, "It is good."
I've tasted recovery once and it felt good. I could dance and sing and move again; I felt joy and sadness and crushing disappointments, and I fought through it all. Once you've tasted recovery, returning to the land of Ana wrenches your soul, stabs your heart, and mercilessly taunts you. Ana says, "You will never recover. It was a dream, a false hope and you will die of anorexia."
I know can do it again. But not alone. Please let there be room at the inn soon; allow me to come to you for help, do not turn me away in my helplessness.
Book of Judith 7:25 — "And now there is no one to help us. God has delivered us into their hands to be prostrated before them in thirst and utter helplessness."
3 comments:
Your not supposed to make me cry! This was very heart breaking. You don't have to be trapped for life. You can have the dream. Keep fighting for it. When you can't fight it's ok to ask for help.
Angela, It's ok to make me sad. Feelings of any kind are ok. They were gone for so long, almost 12 years of my life given over to surface stuff only.
I'm going to ask you not to give up. Living in that web is not a life that one deserves or should accept. I know how easy it is to accept it but I've seen the light. Fighting it sucks and is very hard. Some times it seems like it's not worth it but it is.
When you find yourself giving out, find some one that can help you cary that load for a while. You can do that. Just one day at a time.
Gosh arn't I the little cheerleader.
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