Yes I have an incredible therapist and dietitian and an amazing family who has put up with me through everything. But, I am so extreamly thankful for my friends who support me no matter what. Through treatment I have met girls I can call my best friends, and even though they live states away, I still talk to them everyday and can come to them with my struggles. Even though inpatient treatment sucks, I am so thankful I was able to meet so many amazing girls. During my recovery, I have also been blessed to meet other people who are recovering or recovered from disorders like mine. Even if we aren't all the same age, I have gotten close to many of them and consider them a big part of my recovery. I owe a huge part of my want for recovery to a friend I met less than a year ago. Even though she is in recovery from her own problems, she always is there for me and pushes me to work harder on my recovery. Seeing her determination and positive outlook on life inspired me to go back to get a new therapist and go into treatment. I am extremely blessed to have her come into my life.
I also have a fantastic group of friends who have stuck by me through all of this. The group of my four closest friends always support me and do anything to help me, even coming over at at 3 a.m. to say goodbye before I left for treatment. Alot of times while I was away I would worry that I would be left out and forgot by my friends, but after reading their many letters and hearing their excited voices on the phone, I realized they were waiting for me right where I left them. Now, I could go on and on about each one of my friends and the tremendous role they have played in my recovery, but I will save the rest of them for another time. My best friend, Madison, has always been the light in every dark part of my life. Before I admitted to my eating disorder, and it was just a "stomach ache" Madison put up with my frequent complaints and constant doctors appointments. She was the one always worried about my health and always looking after me. When I left for Remuda, she cried just as much as me and we hugged in her doorway for hours. Even her family was incredible, as they all prayed with me before I left. I know me being gone was just as hard for her as it was for me, and she became a second big sister for my sisters. She was the one always at my house and waiting for me the day I got home. She never made a big deal out of me coming out about my eating disorder and made sure I was doing what I needed to do for recovery. She was who I cried with and complained to. When I started self harm she was devastated and by telling my mom, saved my life. Though I still feel bad for lying to her about so many things I was doing, I know she has forgiven me. She supported me on my choice to go back to treatment even though It was hard for her. Hearing her struggles without me left me devastated, but it shows her love for me. While I was gone she watched over my family, worked on understanding eating disorders, and sent me countless letters. Now that I am back she makes sure I am doing okay and staying in recovery. I am so blessed for my best friend and so many other of the people in my support team.
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