To a fish, a childhood lived in water is ‘normal’. As children we learned to adapt to the interpersonal world we were born into, which became our ‘water’ - the stuff we don’t even see, but which may not be helpful or even true.
At first glance, anger is simple. Something bad happened and you got mad, right? Easy. Except if you really think about it, there’s a lot of other things you could feel in addition to the anger (or perhaps did feel, before the anger took over).
Always, we run out of time. We think we’ll figure it out one day, learn to do the thing we want, reconnect with that person we fell out with. On one level, we cognitively know this isn’t true, but we don’t ever really believe it.
People suffering from bulimia often take years to seek help. Years spent in quiet misery, fear and confusion. If you’re reading this and some of it rings true for you, I hope it brings you some hope of your own.
It’s tough enough choosing someone to talk to about your deepest darkest on the basis of a grainy photo and a couple of paragraphs. What do all these psycho-labels mean? Which one is better? What the heck do all those letters stand for?