there are few things more perfect in life, than having dreams that you never want to end. 🍃
and then you wake up, realising that the existence of the adventures you’ve had in the night weren’t real, they were a beautiful, bittersweet lie. 🍂
Recovery is a bit like that, your eating disorder portrays itself as something wonderful; the key to the universe, the secret of eternal life.
Promising a way out from the anxiety, the panik.
And then you wake up to it. It’s like a shock of cold water on your face. when you realise that the promise was a lie, and that you are falling, falling, falling.
then the recovery. dragging yourself up from the dream that was a lie; you’re fighting every inch and losing several metres, like running through sand. 🗻 you hate it, but you have to do it.
because when you reach the end, you find the dream that your life can be, without Ed.