I never thought there was a name for what I was doing….. I just thought I liked to eat. A lot. I had heard about eating disorders, but I didn’t have anorexia and most of the time I didn’t use compensatory measure. I just ate lots…in one sitting.
Then one day I learned that there was a title for this — bingeing — and that I wasn’t completely alone nor was I the only person on Earth who sat alone night after night disregarding plans, not wanting to go through the hassle of trying to find something in the closet that fit.
I wasn’t the only person who sat on a couch with a spread of food, a decent party-style buffet, all for herself. That may have been the moment I realized I needed help but I wasn’t ready.
This piece of writing was shared by Jace.
What happens for us to decide to help ourselves? How can we move from a place of isolation to a place of knowing that it is time…
- Time to take the risk of reaching out to someone else
- Time to know that doing it alone is not longer working
Time to believe I am worth it
- Worth caring for
- Worth noticing that I have needs too
You don’t have to do this alone. It is ok to reach out. Know that there is treatment for bingeing even if you didn’t know that it had a name.
Who can you reach out to today?