Reality Check!

It has been a crazy month. I mean crazy. I will give a listed synopsis of the events :)

• Finals
• Graduation
• Bumped Master's enrollment to Summer 
• Sister's Graduation (involved a trip up north)
• 6 month-aversary with my fucktastical boyfriend
• My BFF is getting married
• My sister and my BFF are moving back in with us
• My sister is feuding with my father and I

There are plenty of stories and realizations that I have wanted to share. Yet, the reality has been that I have been far too wrapped up in actually living all of these moments. I have been immersed in my own life and there has not been much of a need to pick it apart. Life is relatively good.

Just as I was beginning to digest this reality. This peacefully stressful and quasi-normal reality that has become my life... It was checked.

It is not that something bad happened. There was no travesty necessary to make me realize that my fight is far from over. Not at all. It was quite the opposite.


I am a recovered bulimic. That does not make me special or unique. There are millions of women who can say the same thing. Or at least say that they have suffered from bulimia. Sadly, I don't know the current statistics for recovery. The point is that my recovery is not an isolated incident.

I have spent the last decade or so in the eating disorder community. I have been to therapists, nutritionists, treatment centers, groups, and conferences. I mentor. I speak to others who have suffered. I am a psychology major. I am surrounded by people who are aware of the serious nature of eating disorders. Who recognize them as being life threatening and chronic diseases. People who think like me and view these disorders from a perspective that warrants respect and caution.

Unfortunately, most people don't share that same viewpoint.

Most people do not recognize that eating disorders can be fatal. Most people don't realize that eating disorders are not a diet. Most people do not recognize that disturbances in eating behaviors is simply an expression of the underlying mental problems.

Most people joke about eating disorders as being the plague of models and actresses.

They don't seem to realize that there are 11 year old girls (and boys) out there who are terrified to eat their lunches.


This realization is what I needed. I had forgotten how important education was to me. How many people need to be more aware of what the statistics are. About how many women are dying. About how many children are starving themselves because they have been scarred in ways that most cannot fathom.


Simultaneously, I have been recognizing that I am officially making the transition to the other side of the therapy session. Pretty soon, I will be the one trying to provide a comforting ear. I will be the one with people's lives and minds in my hands. I need to do more than get good grades... I need to dive head first into the literature and the knowledge and immerse myself in that which will make me a great therapist.


I need to get my activist on again.

I have been far too passive the past few months...

Time to bring back the fierce ;)