So, today I awoke early, was very tired, drank tea, ate a yogurt parfait and took supplements, read my devotional, looked for jobs, took a shower, ate lunch....... Still tired, but trying to focus as I'm determined to get some job apps in today. Tick tock.
I really thought a lot about what I wrote yesterday, and a whole lot about what I didn't include in the post but chose to throw it into my journal and why. That's a loaded proposition I'll work on at some point this week.
At the end of the day, I guess recovery, for me, comes down to whether or not I want to live a life worth living and what I am prepared to try to do if I want to live said life worth living. I remember reading a post on an ED website that was asking if the other person had decided whether or not they really wanted to recover. I couldn't quite reason that through at the time. I think that might involve deeper reasons why I lost myself in AN/ED in the first place and then an accounting of all that I've lost because of it, and even why, sometimes, I want to be that way again. Wheeewww..... Talk about loaded questions. So, well, maybe later....much.....
So, what does a life worth living look like to me right now? I think it would involve living without maladaptive coping mechanisms running me and my life though that is difficult for me to really embrace right now, that I'd be functioning enough to work and provide for myself, that I'd have some friends and a family of choice, that I might have a partner, that I would be able to enjoy things I once did - writing, reading, playing piano, arts and crafts, spending time in nature, cooking and creating recipes, studying history and philosophy and all things nutrition/health related, and to maybe have a cozy home where no one would tell me to leave.
This is what I envision now, but I'm not sure I'll be able to feel good about those things again. I feel very different than I did even just a few years ago before taking on caring for my mom. I can't even really articulate what I went through, what I felt/still feel, and what I endured during that time, or even how I feel now about the family situation that I am left with without really having a meltdown or crydown about it. I know I am different, broken in a different way now than before. I was already quite a wreck and loaded with all kinds of baggage, and dysfunctions and symptom's from longstanding traumas, but this was so profound that I think it really bruised my soul in a different way. Anyway, I guess the above description of a life worth living gives me something to shoot for, but I'm also trying to keep in mind that it may take moving through some levels of recovery and being mindful of my expectations v. realities, and being compassionate and accepting with my responses. I just don't want to build something up based upon what I enjoyed or envisioned in the past as my "happy place" only to get to a better place/healthier place than I am now and to not acknowledge or appreciate it. I'm getting ahead of myself. I think that's a character flaw, but I'm a planner so it's hard to stay in the "day." My faith and what I've learned in the 12 Step programs all tell me to stay in today because that is as much as I can manage. They're right.
Sorry for the ramble. Sending light, warmth, and reading glasses. :) VB