Seemed...

"Seemed" was the key word in my last post. Recovery "seemed impossible". A few months after talking to my mom, we decided that we couldn't do it on our own. I had just gotten mouth surgey and was really depressed when my mom told me I needed more help. I didn't want to accept that I needed it, but I knew I did. The day that Breaking Dawn Part 1 came out was the first day I saw my therapist. I was scared to death. I thought therapy was only for crazy people. Later I found out that I was one of those crazy people. I couldn't see myself clearly. I had all or nothing thinking. I would find ways to get out of things that normal people do, like eat. I went to extreme measures to get my way. I wasn't all the way convinced that I had an eating disorder. I wasn't emaciated, I was a healthy weight. Most of the world thinks that in order to have an eating disorder, you have to weigh a certain number to qualify. That is not true. Anyone could have an eating disorder. I learned all about this in therapy. I learned a lot about myself. I learned that the world's perspective is not rational. The media tries to kill people to make money. Although some things "seem" important now, don't forget the things that really matter, because everything is not as it seems...