I know I'm an addict. It has gone from one thing to another. As a kid, I was overweight. In high school through college, I dieted, which eventually developed into anorexia.
At one point, for maybe a year or so, not too long ago, my ritual was that I'd fast all day, go home and smoke a bowl, then either run or rollerblade or go to the gym while I was still high. I was a fruitarian for about six months.
After I broke seven ribs, I could hardly breathe, let alone work out. I got lectured by my doctor, my parents, my friends... I was about thirty lbs underweight, but I still felt fat. I was very muscular because of weight lifting and stuff, so it was hard to tell what I truly looked like under the clothes.
But then I felt like I was constantly being "watched" and I WAS. I had to eat in front of people to prove that I ate at all. And I could hardly move, so working out wasn't possible. I gained a lot of weight. Not being able to go to the gym also contributed to that. I got depressed. I gave up the pot. Then I started drinking, and then drinking more...
I gained a lot of weight. My profile pic is from when I was anorexic. I'm too self-conscious to post a pic of what I look like now. I still eat less than those "diet plans" tell you to, but my body is so f-ed up that I can't lose weight again unless I totally starve again. I went a year without menstruating because of having too little body fat.
I turned to alcohol because I stopped the MJ use and because I needed something to turn to. Being sober isn't the same for me as it is for most people. I feel like I want to crawl out of my skin. I want to run away from myself, but I can't. I can only numb the thoughts in my head, just a little. I don't want to die, because I don't want to hurt people who care about me, although I'm not afraid of dying. I'm also on anxiety medication, and was on antidepressants, but stopped them because they didn't seem to do anything.
I went to my first "group" session tonight. I was right in assuming I'd be the only person there who had gone on my own (the rest were on parole) but wrong in thinking I'd be the only girl there. There was only one guy, although the class across the hall appeared to be all men! My group was small. The others were all there because they had to be. There were only me, two women, and one man, and we had to go around and say why we were there. One girl said something about how it took a lot of guts for me to go there on my own, and the rest sort of murmured in agreement, and the therapist-lady agreed. I still felt kind of like a freak, but I have to admit that it made me feel a little better to hear that.
About the Paula Poundstone thing... she used to be an alcoholic too, and I sent a message through her website, which was answered by her PR person or whatever. The PR person sent my email to Paula, and then offered me free tickets to see her show when she comes to PA in March. She even said that she'd arrange for me to meet Paula after the show. Paula herself emailed me afterward, thanking me for the email and saying that she'd love to have me in her audience and to meet me. I hope I am able to go. It's about 3 hours from where I live.
So that's my most recent news. I don't really expect anyone to read all of this, but, like journaling, it's a way to let things out. And if anyone does read it, maybe that's good or bad. I don't really care anymore. I'm sick of lying, and I want to just be honest about myself. (Good girl, laura.)
~ashes