I used to think asking for help was weak…pathetic…and admitting that I wasn’t an adequate human-being.
This didn’t get me very far, nor was it conducive to a healthy lifestyle, and finally my world came crashing down around me, leading to four years of hospitalizations, conflicts with my loved ones and a nearly destroyed body.
When someone told me the strongest thing I could possibly do WAS ask for assistance with my struggles, I partially laughed because it seemed so ridiculous, but at the same time felt immense relief because all I wanted at that moment was a hug and someone to aid in lifting me back up to the happy life I once knew.
For months people have been encouraging me to seek help; go to professionals who could dig me out of the hole I, and ED, have put me in, but I truly thought I could do it all on my own.
Lately, as much as I have been challenging myself and doing better, it just isn’t enough.
This morning I went to my specialist and am beginning a program immediately.
I want to continue blogging through this journey because the connections I have made with people in the virtual universe are very special to me and I think this can be a great forum for support.
I just had to be honest today and let you know that even though I fooled myself and truly believed I was strong enough to defeat my demons; it was just another mask ED put up to keep me sick.
Don’t wait as long as I did.
Get your life back today, and ask for help when you need it. I wish I would have followed that fabulous advice.
But since I didn’t, happy monday, friends…what better time than now, for a fresh start?