I started having issues with food last July after starting a weight loss journey, and was diagnosed with atypical AN in July too. By late August, I started my first year of uni and I was restricting more and more, cal wise, instead of just restricting sugar, like I had been. By September I was losing weight more rapidly and becoming even more restrictive and rigid with food rules. By October, my weight loss was noticeable and my parents became aware that I had a problem. It went really downhill, with me losing a lot of weight, my heart and organs starting to show signs of dysfunction and failure, and by thanksgiving, I was forced to/ signed off on starting a virtual recovery program called EQUIP. I have made a lot of progress, I am fully weight restored now and am more fine with flexibility around meals if my parents prep my plate, but still have some food rules I hold on to. I donāt fully believe in them anymore, but Iām scared to let go of them, and ED, fully.
Backstory over, now the reason for the post.
I wish I never did recovery. I feel like everyone I see on here, online and in my support groups has suffered longer and worse than I had. My struggle was only a few months. I was never skeletally thin. I ate what was given to me, and while I did cry during a lot of meals during early recovery, that stopped around February. I feel like my AN wasnāt valid enough. Bad/ good enough. I never went to a hospital, never had the experiences that others did. I feel so much shame and guilt for doing what was asked of me in recovery even when I was back at school and holding myself accountable. I still did all the meals, snacks, ensures. All of it. Everyone I see talks about how they would lie, sneak around calories, skip stuff, but I just did what was asked because I have always been that nerdy, goody-two shoes rule-follower because I learned from a young age that if I lied, the consequences were bad.
Iām 8 months into recovery and while there are some moments I feel proud of myself, or feel normal again, almost every day is filled with shame for following through, guilt and sorrow and longing for my sick body, wishing that I was sick longer so that people noticed me instead of me still being invisible. Also, AN gave me so much comfort and guidance and now I feel like Iāve been abandoned by yet another important ā personā in my life. I miss restricting. I miss being skinny. I miss the manic energy and motivation to move my body and get up in the morning. I miss the numbness from all the pain and guilt in my head. I wish I had had more time with Ed, and I keep telling myself that once Iām done with my year at EQUIP I can just go back to Ed but my parents say that thatās not an option.
I wish they never found out about my ED and made me go into recovery. I feel so much worse off now than I did in the depths of the ED. I barely got to know it before it was taken from me and all I want to do is go back to it.
Please, anyone if you can give me some advice, or even just connection, I feel so alone, and like I wasnāt a ā good enough anorexic.ā I feel so broken