Do you ever think about the future? Stupid question, perhaps- everyone thinks about the future in some way. Whether it’s planning dinner or picturing a wedding, the fact that time doesn’t *stop* is one thing that is certain in life. I mean, do you ever think about when you are older, say 30 or 40 years from now, and you are looking back at your life?..
It hit me this evening that I am terrified of growing old, spending my years like the recent few. I am terrified of reaching the age of 80 having not eaten my own birthday cake since I was 11, of not eating my mom’s cooking when I had the chance, of not eaten a piece of pie at Thanksgiving. I’m scared that time is moving too fast- that I’m going to wake up and my life could be over. Having never had a real job for any length of time, never had a meaningful relationship, never had a day where I didn’t obsess about food/weight.
I’m TERRIFIED, not that I will die as a direct result of my eating disorder, but that I will live my life in the grips of an eating disorder. If you can call it living.
I remember when I was diagnosed, at the age of 12, with anorexia. It never occurred to me that I would be dealing with this for more than a few months. I didn’t think it was POSSIBLE to struggle with this well into my 20’s. I am now 26, which means that over half of my life has been consumed by this disease. The thought of another year is bad enough- the thought of a lifetime of this? A “lifetime” is a long-ass time!
I want to change. I need to change. There MUST be another way. There MUST be more than this.