Anorexia - My protective jail
I find the use of analogies helpful because they allow me to make better sense of my thoughts, feelings and experiences. Freeing myself from my internal prison perfectly sums up my anorexia recovery process. I was my own judge and jailer, sentencing myself to a life of pain and misery. My experience of anorexia was like being in a dictatorship. She would tell me what to do and I had to obey without negotiation. She was demanding, controlling, manipulative and ruthless, any defiance led to punishment. I was trapped and I felt helpless. There was an element of safety to my imprisonment though. I felt hidden and protected from the outside world in the confines of my toxic bubble. This internal prison was shame. In my opinion, shame is potentially a hugely paralysing and damaging emotion to experience, especially when it is enduring. It can be overwhelmingly painful to feel. I felt shame because of who I was, and I was not safe to show that person to the world....