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'I Want More': Inside the Mind of Someone With Binge Eating Disorder

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I want more, but my stomach is full beyond its limits.

I want more to fill this emptiness gnawing at me, twisting my insides.

I want more because I can’t stop.

I want more because it’s so good.

I want more, I want more, I want more.

Binge eating is a constant struggle. It’s so exhausting to fight off the urge to eat every little morsel I can find. Eating fills my time, but not my stomach. I still feel hollow, and eating is the only way to get rid of that emptiness. I’m not hungry, but I can’t stop eating the leftover wedding cake or the doughnuts my mom bought the other day.

Ten doughnuts in one day. All because I couldn’t control my binge eating.

Some days are worse than others. Some days I eat an entire tub of brownie ice cream, along with a bag of chips, a big bowl of cereal, some cookies, a few peanut butter sandwiches, and a handful or three of Hershey chocolates. And other days I barely eat anything. Sometimes my binge eating chokes me, and I can’t find the strength to fight back. It consumes me, and all I know is I need to eat the entire six-pack of chocolate hot cross buns as fast as I can. I guiltily shove them into my mouth, knowing I’ll regret it later.

But I don’t care because I just need to eat.

It never really had a huge impact on me until I realized how much weight I was gaining, and how fast it was piling on. I became hyper-aware of every piece of food I was putting into my mouth, and it always led to self-hate. I would stare in the mirror, grabbing the loose skin on my stomach and end up crying. I didn’t know how to deal with binge eating.

I didn’t want to accept I had an eating disorder.

I always thought of eating disorders as sickly skinny girls with protruding bones, or girls bent over a toilet. But that’s not always the case. Eating disorders don’t have one face. They attack anyone and become a parasite. They take over your life and twist your thoughts.

For the longest time I was terrified to eat in public, especially when I was binging that day. I believed everyone was staring at me and judging how much food I was shoving into my mouth. I couldn’t order at restaurants because I knew they were thinking, “She doesn’t need that much food… She’s such a cow.” I didn’t want to go shopping because nothing ever fit me, and if I did find something, then the cashier was surely taking note of how I had to get the biggest size.

MIGHTY PARTNER RESOURCES

If you or someone you know has an eating disorder, call the National Eating Disorders Association helpline: 800-931-2237.

But none of that is true. Well, some of it could have been true, but I’ve realized it’s ridiculous to let any of those fears stop me from enjoying life. No one should feel ashamed to eat in public or go clothes shopping.

Now that I’m aware of what it is and know there’s a reason behind my actions, it’s a little easier to deal with. I try to stay on top of my binge eating by listening to my stomach. Am I really hungry? Or do I just want a fourth chocolate glazed doughnut because it’s delicious?

Life is about balance.

There will be bad days, but there will also be good days. I can’t beat myself up over the bad days anymore. I can’t let the negatives of my binge eating disorder control my life.

I will eat that doughnut if I’m hungry, but I will also make sure to take care of my body and love it the way it deserves to be loved.

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What People Don't Understand About Compulsive Overeating

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“Hi, I’m Sage, and I’m a compulsive overeater.”

I’ve said this line hundreds of times by now, but I still search awkwardly for what to say when I’m with people who don’t understand why I can’t eat any food with processed sugar in it.

“Just have one!” they say. “Treat yourself!”

I don’t know how to explain, but for me, there’s no such thing as just one. Maybe they don’t believe me because my weight has never changed by more than five pounds. Maybe it’s because my binges happen alone, locked behind my bedroom door, with all the wrappers hidden away in the garbage by morning.

Sure, I honestly don’t believe compulsive overeating will kill me, but I do think the misery it brings could ruin my life to the point where it feels not worth living.

Once a person I was on a date with cracked a joke, “Ha, a food addict! Like a heroin addict! Man, it’s been five hours since my last meal. Gotta get my fix!”

I didn’t laugh. I thought about the desperate feeling of turning into an automation, the mechanical horror of shoveling food into my mouth, even as guilt and regret pound through me. The feeling of being a regular human, free to make choices and in one moment having addiction tear all choices away from you. Nothing makes you feel weak and helpless like screaming at yourself internally, as you steal food from your roommates yet again, drinking their whipping cream straight from the carton. As your heart beats faster, you run the calorie count through your mind over and over.

You either bludgeon your self-esteem to a pulp, wondering what’s wrong with you or you build a careful fantasy bubble of denial and cease to participate in the real world at all. The feeling of helplessness spills over into all parts of your life, until you don’t trust the world and you don’t trust yourself. This is a dark place to be.

Usually, people treat the way I eat like it’s a diet and admire my self-control. Actually, I have none. I can’t eat sugar, at all, without losing my mind, my freedom and my hope. So I put huge amounts of effort into changing my lifestyle and my way of thinking so that I can avoid eating sugar, as much as possible.

MIGHTY PARTNER RESOURCES

If you or someone you know has an eating disorder, call the National Eating Disorders Association helpline: 800-931-2237.

My best friend once offered me a bar of chocolate as I sweated over an intense craving.

“It’s just a choice you make,” he said. “Why don’t you just choose to have it if you want it?”

He’s right and he’s wrong. This is a choice I make. But it’s not a choice between a chocolate bar (no consequences attached) and not having a chocolate bar (no consequences attached). I choose not to eat sugar because I choose a life devoid of desserts and treats, leaving room for other things to grow: relationships, development at work, listening to see if I have a spiritual side and appreciating the small things in life.

The other choice is a life of obsession and depression, where the only things I can think to be grateful for are cheesecake, ice cream and Skittles. This is a life where my secrets isolate me from others and where I have to pretend wanting to make myself throw up isn’t screwed up and sad. This is a life where I try to solve my problems with food, only to be overwhelmed by all my unsolved problems.

I’ll choose to not eat sugar. It’s not perfect. Yes, I really freaking want an ice cream cone right now. But more than that, I never want be in the hopeless grip of compulsion again.

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I Miss My Eating Disorder

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I miss my eating disorder.

For 10 years, my life was ruled and ruined by a viscous cycle of starvation and purging. I missed out on enjoying adolescence and spent my days in constant torment by the thoughts inside my own mind. For 10 years everyone’s goal for me was to “get better” or “grow out of it,” but I never thought I would be ready to let it go. I did not believe it was possible to exist without my eating disorder. I did not know who I was and thought I would be worthless without it. For 10 years, I found solace in my eating disorder, in the midst of a chaotic and sometimes terrifying world.

An eating disorder is a horrible plight, cursing those individuals with genetic predisposition and any number of unfortunate environmental factors, together creating a perfect storm. However, it can also feels like a close companion, a friend who others do not understand the power of. A friend who is there in the middle of the night when no one else is, who praises you for self-control when the weight is dropping and who tempts with depression and thoughts of worthlessness when the number isn’t what you’re convinced it should be.

From the outside, this might not sound like a friend. From the inside, my eating disorder was one of the most reliable entities, often the only thing I could count on. Most significantly, it was my voice when I felt as if my words held no ground. Everything I could not find the words to say could be expressed physically, as I made it a mission to destroy myself.

The mission was unsuccessful, as I am now living a life better than I ever dreamed possible. But I was not prepared for how much I would miss my eating disorder. Weight restoration and the ability to resist giving into disordered thoughts are only a small piece of the puzzle. It was such an important part of my life for so long, and although there was joy accompanying strides in recovery, there was also indescribable grief.

MIGHTY PARTNER RESOURCES

If you or someone you know has an eating disorder, call the National Eating Disorders Association helpline: 800-931-2237.

More than two years into recovery, I still grieve my eating disorder, sometimes daily. I miss the control I had over one area of my life. Even when I didn’t feel “in control,” no one else could be either. No one could take my eating disorder away. I miss the sense of victory when weight dropped, and in a strange way, I miss the safety net of hospitals.

When I begin to think I miss my eating disorder enough to go back to those behaviors, I look through folders and binders from previous hospitalizations and treatment centers. Recently, I was in one of those folders and found a list I had written of 15 reasons to fight my illness. It has been more than four years since that hospital stay, and I have already done seven of the things on that list. There are still eight more reasons to fight, and I’m sure I could come up with even more now.

As difficult as some days are, I do not want to be in the depths of an eating disorder again. I have dreams for the future, fueling my desire to stay free. I am fortunate enough to have the continuous support of family and friends.

It is incredible difficult to convey in writing all the complexities of life with and life after an eating disorder. This is only meant to scratch the surface and acknowledge “living recovered” is not necessarily easy and definitely not perfect. Everyone’s journey with an eating disorder is different. This is just a piece of my story. I would also love to encourage those struggling in search of their own freedom to not give up. Recovery is not a simple or straightforward, but even on the bad days, it’s worth it.

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5 Things I’ve Learned Since Becoming a Mother With a Mental Illness

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It is 5:30 in the morning, and after another sleepless night due to nightmares, I am sitting on the couch watching my girls sleep peacefully. This is when I most see the innocence in my little girls, and I can’t help but wonder how I’m affected them.

After all, when your mother has more than one mental illness, bipolar disorder being the main, you run a higher risk of having that disorder yourself. However, I am trying to turn a new leaf. In keeping with that spirit, I have compiled a list of five things I’ve learned since becoming a mother, battling mental illness. I have learned…

1. How to speak openly with my children about mental illness. 

I want my girls to grow up knowing as much as possible about all mental illnesses, with an emphasis on bipolar disorder as it can be genetic. But of course, we’re still learning about it. We need more resources and more studies done. How can we expect to get that from future generations if we don’t raise our children to grow up with compassion and empathy for those who battle mental illness?

2. How to speak openly with my children about my mental illness.

I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder after first being treated for postpartum depression. For the first several years of my daughters’ lives, I was afraid to let them see any part of my illness. I wanted to protect them from it for as long as possible, but after hearing my own daughter make stigmatizing remarks, I knew I had to find a way to talk to them about my personal mental health, not just mental health in general.

3. It is OK to admit when I need help.

The Lord blessed me greatly with two little girls, who love to help Momma clean up around the house (as long as it isn’t their rooms.) I have no problem putting them to work. However, when it came to needing help with my illnesses I was too ashamed to ask. I have been learning that it’s OK to let my girls know I need a time out. If I am having a rough day with my illnesses, I am no longer ashamed to ask my girls for help, whether it be having them lie in bed with me for a while or telling them to watch television while I take a five minute time out in the bathroom. It is the easiest, yet hardest way, for me to teach them about compassion and empathy.

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If you or someone you know has an eating disorder, call the National Eating Disorders Association helpline: 800-931-2237.

4. I am stronger than I think I am.

Every single day I wake up and get out of bed. Some days, it is all I am capable of, and again I’m learning that’s OK. However, I am also learning just getting out of bed isn’t always enough. For me, I know the medications I am on will only help so much, and the rest is up to me. Each day I push myself to do just one more thing, I thought I couldn’t do while depressed, I am proving to myself how strong I actually am. Considering I’ve spent most of my life focusing on my own weaknesses, it’s a pretty big accomplishment.

5. It is not my fault.

For years, I was riddled with guilt, thinking I had doomed my daughters’ to the same fate as me, thinking because of me they would develop some sort of mental illness. You know what? It isn’t my fault. I didn’t ask for mental illness. I didn’t do anything wrong by having children. Just because I have mental health problems doesn’t mean I don’t deserve to live a normal, happy life with a husband and children. If one or both of my girls end up with a mental illness, then I will teach them the things they have taught me, only with a clear conscious because it is not my fault.

There’s no doubt I’ve learned more than this in the last seven years, but these five things have helped me through tough times. What would you add to the list? How about instead of  only seeing our weaknesses we start seeing our strengths instead? How would that improve your mood today?

This post originally appeared on modernbipolarmomma.

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The Borderline Personality Disorder Blame Game

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Whether you are someone who lives with Borderline Personality Disorder (BPD) or someone who loves someone with BPD, you would certainly know something about the Blame Game. It can be a one-player game of self-blame or have a number of players: the person who does the blaming and those who get blamed.

The truth about this horrible game is it can be played, intentionally and unintentionally, by both those who have BPD and those without. It always ends up in heartbreak. No one can ever really win. As someone with BPD, I have been the only player in a game of self-blame, I have been the instigator, and I have been the victim.

This is my story.

There are many myths associated with the stigma of BPD. One is that people with BPD never take responsibility for themselves. When I hear people say this it upsets me because when it comes to the self-blame game I am the leader… no, the champion… no actually the grand champion! In fact, I am the undisputed, undefeated international and universal champion! Over the years I have blamed myself for everything and anything — the abuse I received, the neglect, my parents’ divorce, the deaths of loved ones, lost friendships, factors out of my control. I take responsibility for everything.

My little game of self-blame is a complicated one, to say the least. It perpetuates a continual game of self-hate, which keeps me locked in a downward spiral of guilt and shame. There is a meme that says, “One of the hardest things about BPD is knowing the fact you are responsible for your actions and behavior but not always being in control of them.” That’s me. When I have an episode and project (this is where I seemingly blame others for my pain when in fact I am trying, although undeniably unsuccessfully, to explain my pain) or I split (a common BPD trait where everything is black and white, so for example, a person is “good” or “evil”), afterwards I play a seriously intense game of self-blame. I generally cannot verbalize my shame and guilt, and sometimes I can’t even find the courage to verbally apologize due to the involvement in my own game of self-blame – I hate myself so much that all I want to do is crumble and hide.

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If you or someone you know has an eating disorder, call the National Eating Disorders Association helpline: 800-931-2237.

So yes, for most of my childhood I blamed myself for all that had happened, and as the feelings of resentment built up, they boiled over and spilt out into my everyday life. Then I became obsessed with finding someone else to blame and hold responsible. I mean, I didn’t ask for this horrible condition bestowed upon me, and I certainly didn’t cause it. I wanted someone to blame for the fact I had been abused, neglected, been made to feel like I was nothing, worth nothing and would never amount to anything. I wanted to stop feeling all the self-blame, turmoil and anger, and I wanted those who “did this to me,” those who were to blame, to feel it instead.

At one point, well-meaning people around me started to say things like, “get over it,” “move on,” “leave the past in the past,” only to, in my eyes, become part of the opposing team.

How could I do that? How could people say that to me? Didn’t they understand I had been hurt and mistreated? Didn’t they understand there were reasons I have ended up where I am or reasons I react and behave the way I do? I have every right to be angry! Didn’t they know I was once a happy, talkative child? I wasn’t always like this!

The truth is, there are many factors (and people) that have contributed to who I am and my challenges; however I have reached a point where I realize playing the blame game is not going to get me what I need to go on my journey to recovery. Thankfully, through therapy I’ve learned radical acceptance and about the difference between blame and accountability.

When you play the blame game, you attribute feelings of disapproval, failure, deficiency and guilt to those you hold responsible (this may be yourself). Feelings lead to emotions, and emotions are powerful. On the other hand, to hold someone accountable means you just accept they are responsible – no emotion, you just accept it. It doesn’t mean you agree with or condone the action, but you accept the situation as it is. Radical acceptance is a hard skill to master; it is hard to just accept something as it is.

In my enlightenment about the difference between playing the blame game and holding someone accountable, I have noticed how the world around me also seems to be obsessed with blame. I think it’s important to acknowledge that a lot of the time the blame game many people without BPD play is often unintentional, and many don’t even realize they are doing it. It is caused by a lack of understanding of BPD.

Here are some examples of where I have been the victim of the unintentional blame game:

If you believe in the science of BPD, you would know those who live with it struggle as they face the task of rewiring their brains. Your brain is hardwired a certain way as you grow and develop, and people with BPD have a different kind of hardwiring. So when you tell me I’m “not trying hard enough,” it upsets me because you are telling me it is my fault I have difficulty controlling my brain, which has had 37 years to develop and become hardwired the way it is. Trying to change that is hard. Am I trying? Yes, but sometimes I get tired and overwhelmed cause it’s bloody hard work. My BPD was not my fault, but I am taking responsibility and trying to do something about it.

When the news about the sexual abuse I had endured as a child surfaced, one of the questions I was repeatedly asked by well-intentioned family members was, “Why didn’t you tell anyone? You could have told me, and I could have helped you.” This (unintentionally) redirected the blame back to me and further perpetuated my own game of self-blame and reinforced the belief it was my fault.

I recently had a discussion with my husband after our marriage broke down (please note, I write about this conversation with his full permission and knowledge). At the time he was understandably hurt and angry and went about highlighting every time I’d had an episode, said or done something hurtful. As I mentioned above, I am no longer interested in blame, and my response was simple but effective. I told him I am willing to accept responsibility for anything I have intentionally or unintentionally said and done that has hurt him, and then I posed a simple question: “Can you tell me you have never, ever done anything out of anger and frustration to intentionally or unintentionally hurt me?” His face went ashen grey, his eyes showed an honest sadness I had not seen before and the conversation shifted from blame to both of us accepting the roles we had both played. It
also allowed us to move forward, away from both our blame games, and while the relationship is still tender, the lines of communication are at least open.

Sadly, there are also those who intentionally play and perpetuate the blame game against those of us who live with BPD. These are people who feel wronged from a loved one with BPD. Some even loudly and proudly share their completely uneducated and archaic ideas about BPD, sprouting lies like, “all people with BPD are narcissists and have no empathy.”

These people once angered me and triggered a response of defense, but I have realized the three C’s, which has helped me rationalize and accept other people’s behavior, lack of education and negative attitudes.

I didn’t Cause my BPD, and I am not to blame.

I can’t Control other people or their need to paint people with BPD as unloveable.

But…

I can Contribute to my own recovery by rising above the stigma, speaking out and educating those who want to learn.

After all, you can lead someone to knowledge but you can’t make them think.

Stay safe, stay well.

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How Active Listening Can Help Ease Social Anxiety

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Some people look forward to social situations and seem to thrive off of them. Many others have a more difficult time with social situations, leading people to cancel plans and skip out on social events. Or, if they do attend, they find themselves uncomfortable and looking for a way out the entire time.

In my practice as a psychotherapist and coach, one of the main issues I’ve seen with social anxiety is people who are socially anxious tend to overthink what they are going to say in a social situation, and don’t spend enough time actively listening. This causes them to miss the cues that can open a broader or deeper conversation (Unconsciously, this probably happens out of a fear of connecting on a deeper level or fear of vulnerability, even if there is a conscious desire to connect.)

How does active listening in a social context differ from passive listening?

When people are socially anxious, the mentality is often to get through the conversation as fast as possible, while also trying to appear to have interest and good questions to ask in order to stay away from awkward silences. This mentality keeps the conversation on the surface, prevents connection and reinforces anxiety. This causes the entire conversation to be more of a going-through-the-motions exercise, rather than a place where two people can find a way to connect.

Everyone has conversations for different reasons, whether it’s looking for a friend, a relationship or a business connection. However, whether it’s business or personal, the goal of a conversation is to connect with another person, even if the reasons for wanting the connection vary. When there is fear of rejection or vulnerability, seeking out a connection to another can be very difficult. It isn’t as simple as not knowing what to say in a social situation — the anxiety actually overtakes the mind’s ability to recognize and create the opportunities to connect.

When actively listening, a person almost always presents cues, that if picked up on, can create more depth to conversations, and increase the comfort of a conversation.

Here’s a snippet of a passive listening conversation at a work party:

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Anxious person: Hey J.

J: Hey there. How are things?

A: They’re good. How are you?

J: Things are good. It’s been quite a year. Feels like we never get a break.

A: Yeah. Totally, I know. (Nods head a few times, anxiously starts thinking of what to say next).

So, even in this small snippet of a conversation, there are already cues that could take this conversation deeper.

Here’s a more active listening approach. In this approach, the anxious person has caught the cue of J referencing a desire for a break or vacation:

J: Things are good. It’s been quite a year. Feels like we never get a break.

A: Yeah. Totally, I know. When’s your next vacation?

J: Oh, I still have two more months until I can get away. I’d be thinking about work the whole time if I went before that.

So now, there are many different directions the conversation can go, as well as J may ask A a question. To focus on the cues for a moment, A has a few different possibilities just from what we have.

A can bring him/herself into the conversation:

A: I know what you mean. Every time there’s a vacation, I feel like I spend half of it wondering what work is collecting. I wish I could just focus on fun with my family. We like to go to the lake each summer and hang out for a week, but I find it hard to relax (Now you’ve just brought in your own cues — what you like to do in your free time and that family time is important to you. If the other person misses it, then you can always branch it to them with a question, “Where do you go during your time off?” or “Do you get much family time, considering how much work we always have? What do you do?”).

Or A can ask another question if he doesn’t want to bring him/herself into the conversation:

A: I get it. There’s never a good time for a vacation in our work. Are you planning a good getaway somewhere?

There are also many other directions these cues can take the conversation. Perhaps they will discuss office strategies for keeping the work load from intruding on vacations. They could also discuss family life or desires for different travels.

Obviously, the above isn’t a perfect scenario, but the point is if one is actively listening in a conversation, there are almost always opportunities to expand a conversation into various directions, rather than looking for the way out. Make it a game, a challenge or both.

Next time you’re in a social situation, challenge yourself to do a few things differently (or try adding a different one each time):

1. Listen actively for the cues the other person gives to you.

2. Ask questions based on the cues the other gives you.

3. Bring yourself into the conversation. Don’t only ask questions and give validating comments (such as “that sounds great”). Bring things in that move you and you can relate to, or even test the waters by bringing something in you don’t know the other can relate to yet. Don’t be afraid to like things and have passion. See what cues come from that for you or the other person to expand upon.

4. Enter the conversation looking for a way in, not a way out. Remember, you can always leave the conversation when you’re ready.

5. Set a goal of at least how many cues you will catch and expand upon in a conversation before letting yourself out.

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