Since I’ve for a lot of the last few weeks been on my own so much I’ve had the luxury of doing a lot of thinking. I’m not totally content with the way things are. I’m fighting my mind to eat every meal; the anxiety is so strong and I hate that I can see people notice (even just a little); my body is bruised and exhausted. BUT I’m still standing. I’ve turned up at work every shift, no matter what; I’ve worked extra to cover others who are sick (which technically I could say I was); I’ve tidied my house and made changes to my meal plan. I feel somewhat comfortable, if not a little sad and confused still.
I think that’s acceptable considering I am recovering from an eating disorder, still adjusting to Prozac and my best friend and partner is currently absent from my life. Over the past year or so I’ve avoided Melissa Etheridge has been a little scarce in my playlist. I hate Lies and have always been a painfully ernest and honest type. But Lies are part and parcel of an eating disorder. Especially if you want to avoid (or so you think) hurting people. You say you’re fine; you’re eating; you haven’t lost weight. To compensate, starvation brings about a floaty almost manic state where you have lots of energy; then you crash; then repeat. Running, not Fearless
Last week I pulled out Melissa Etheridge on my Ipod. I’ve loved the song Fearless Love since I first heard it. I saw Melissa Etheridge perform this song in concert and I saw her courage and creativity and how she sang to the crowd and to each and every person in that audience individually. From three rows from the back I saw something shameless and thought of her motions as something I wanted to embody more of. But things got tough after that and after trying and trying to find a way around my fears, I fell back down the rabbit hole and found A-Rex again.
I became trapped and since then I’ve tangled myself more and more into this and now everything has fallen apart. I’ve vaguely wondered if this is some kind of breakdown, but although things have been hard I’m far from broken. I’m still trying new things. Not all of them work, but I keep trying. I work with some of the most Bad-Arse people for not being floored by life and be damned if they’ll beat me at that. I’m not Fearless yet and far from am there with my eating or knowing how things will emerge with Simon but I have hope. I also know that whatever the outcomes are I’m no good at giving in so chances are I’ll keep trying. Maybe I’ll be fearless one day