Eating Disorder Support & Recovery

Anthony Wood54 said:One more thing…
So last night, I decided to finally blow some of the cash I’d saved up by skipping meals. I head over to this boutique to grab a shirt, and I ask the clerk for an XL. She gives me this look—total judgment—and goes, "Ma'am, you really need a Small... actually, maybe even a Small will be too big for you." I just told her, "Look, just give me the XL," and then she hands it over. I try it on, and everything is just swimming on me; I go from looking for a Medium to realizing a Small might actually fit...
And honestly, it was weird. I didn't even feel happy about it because while I was changing, I couldn't stop staring at my little belly. I tried on a jacket too... started out thinking I was a size 10 and ended up being a size 4.
That's just how much I struggle with how I see myself in these sizes...

...

I even had pizza with my boyfriend earlier, and it's still sitting there in my stomach (and apparently it stays there forever, since it feels like the digestion process is taking way longer than I expected) and

mistybear4, are you seeing this?
- This girl thinks she's an XL when she's actually a Small (size 4).
- She's talking about the pizza she ate like it's some kind of decaying mass rotting inside her...

Do you think this kind of mindset doesn't point toward a seriously problematic relationship with body image and food?

darkbison81 said:So, is she even a doctor? Like, what's her actual deal?
Does that mean there's nobody in the office who actually knows how to handle a patient's mental state?

Yeah, she is a doctor—an occupational medicine specialist.

Based on what she’s writing there, she thinks the whole cause of Eating Disorders is just this obsession with being thin that gets shoved down your throat by everyone else.

But unfortunately... that's just the trigger. That's just the spark.

I mean, one of the things that falls under the umbrella of Eating Disorders is orthorexia nervosa—you know, that obsessive fixation on "healthy" eating. It makes me wonder... how on earth is an occupational med doc supposed to cure someone dealing with that?

rustymoose54 said:Yeah, she’s a doctor—an occupational medicine specialist.

According to what she wrote there, she believes the root cause of Eating Disorders is an obsession with being thin, which is basically forced upon people by society.

Unfortunately, I think that's just the trigger.

Besides, one of the conditions that falls under Eating Disorders is orthorexia nervosa—that obsessive fixation on "healthy" eating. Honestly, I’m curious how a metabolic specialist would even go about treating a patient like that?

I found this (check my edit above):
"Eating disorders are primarily psychological in nature, but because they manifest physically, we can also characterize them as psychosomatic illnesses.
Eating disorders are the result of combined social, familial, emotional, physical, and genetic influences acting on the personality of a young person during their turbulent stages of psychophysical development. Girls are particularly at risk, especially those who believe their physical appearance is the key to success and happiness in life."

darkbison81 said:mistybear4, you seeing this:
- she's a size Small, but she sees herself as an XL.
- she's still thinking about that pizza she ate, viewing it like something just rotting inside her...

don't you think that kind of mindset points to a really messed up way of perceiving both herself and food?

Look, I'm no Psychiatrist, but I try to get to the root of things and deal with them head-on...

In her mind, she's an XXL because she’s terrified she won't hit that size if she actually eats what she wants. It's pure fear.

And that pizza thing—she's obsessing over the calories, calculating the 1,200 intake and worrying about how much weight she'll gain if she doesn't purge immediately. 😢

The issue is psychological to the extent that she simply refuses to let go of certain habits, but if she could learn *how* to eat a slice of pizza without fearing the fallout on her body—treating herself like some visual object to be managed—or if she could convince herself there's something better than that pizza, then we've basically solved it, right?

But most people today just don't have those tools, and that's where the real catch lies...
😢 😉 😎

darkbison81 said:I found it (see the edit above):
Eating Disorders are primarily psychological at their core, yet they manifest through physical symptoms, which means we could just as easily classify them as psychosomatic illnesses.
Eating Disorders are essentially the result of various social, familial, emotional, physical, and genetic factors colliding to shape the personality of a young person during those volatile years of development. It’s a heavy burden, especially for girls who grow up believing their physical appearance is the ultimate gatekeeper to success and happiness in life.

Isn't it just an obvious fact that looking good can basically slide you through life without any real friction? It seems like everyone nowadays is just hunting for the path of least resistance. Attractive women find jobs more easily, they land boyfriends without breaking a sweat, and marriage comes much faster—though, if you ask me, men tend to discard those same beautiful women just as quickly once the novelty wears off. 😁 )

There’s really no point in playing dumb or turning a blind eye to reality; looks aren't everything, sure, but they definitely aren't irrelevant, much like intelligence, and honestly, what good is a genius if she’s built like Piggy? I know, I know—it sounds harsh, but a mirror isn't just some tool meant for checking how much weight you've gained or lost; it's more like a place where you finally sit down, look yourself dead in the eyes, and have a quiet, honest conversation with the actual culprit behind most of our problems, which is ourselves. 😢

Parents are ultimately to blame for their own failure to raise decent kids; I mean, how can they possibly instill real life values in their children when they don't even possess them themselves? At the end of the day, children learn by watching what people actually do, not by reading whatever is written in a textbook. 😁

"It doesn't really matter who I am right now, but rather who I might actually become."...

I’d also throw in the question of whether I even have the slightest desire to change, to learn anything new, to listen to anyone else, or if I’ll just end up listening to myself anyway? .. 😕

The real kicker is: WHY???

rustymoose54 said:Tanja Škoro isn't even a psychologist, let alone a psychiatrist.

People dealing with Eating Disorders are often better at station nutrition than some highly trained professionals.😁

Of course, maintaining a proper diet is a huge part of recovery, but we are talking about a mental illness here.

mistybear4, maybe try reading up on bulimia and anorexia before questioning why a psychiatrist is necessary for treating these conditions.

In psychiatry, anorexia and bulimia are classified as disorders of body image perception.

Here is another link:http://www.edauk.com/default.htm

I’m pretty sure my problem is all in my head and nothing else...
Under control....
I just can't seem to get a grip on my eating. It’s like I can't even control myself when it comes to how much food I'm taking in.
I start eating and I just... keep going. And going. And going. By the end, I’ve stuffed myself so much I can barely breathe, and then—of course—I end up throwing up. It's important to mention that I haven't actually vomited in days. Seriously, it feels like it's been a century since the last time. My stomach feels huge, too, but there's a perfectly logical reason for that: I haven't had a bowel movement in days and the pain is just brutal.
If I stick to some soup, a bit of steamed veggies, maybe some fish, or even just a small serving of pasta in sauce—you know, those tiny student-sized portions—I don't get that urge to kiss the pot. It’s because I actually feel like I ate a decent amount for once. The real nightmare is when I overeat. It's awful when I can't stop myself after just a few bites, even though those bites would have been plenty to stop the hunger.
So, self-control clearly isn't my strong suit—unless I’m actually putting in the mental effort to focus on it like I have been the last few days.
Someone once mentioned "emotional eating"... and honestly, that's me to a T. When I'm actually happy, food doesn't even cross my mind—I don't even feel the need to eat. But when I'm feeling down, depressed, or just on edge? It's nothing but food, food, food. It’s my ultimate escape hatch from reality. I'll overeat until I'm stuffed, then immediately start planning how I'm going to throw it all up just so I can feel good again and make sure I don't get fat. Then, once that's done, I'm already wondering what my next snack is going to be. That's just how the days go. Deep down, I know I'm just being a coward. I can't face the things that are actually bothering me, so I create new problems just to avoid thinking about the old ones.
What's the worst part? I do this with everything... my whole life, I just take the path of least resistance.
Sometimes I feel like I’m just treading water... like I'm not even really living. Everyone else is out there experiencing life, and me? Well, I'm alive, sure, but I don't feel anything. Nothing can make me happy, nothing can bring me down, nothing can even hurt me. Even when some totally idiotic situation happens, I'm just numb.
And what about looks and success in life??!!
I'd better not get started on this. I could probably write a hundred pages about it based on my own experience alone...
The period before I hit 80 kg... man, life was just different. I was doing great, everyone thought I was awesome, and everything felt perfect. Back in school, I was easily a 5 out of 10, had a boyfriend who actually loved me, a huge group of girlfriends, and I was always out having a blast. Life was good.
Back in the 80s, I just stopped having my period. I didn't work because I couldn't imagine wearing those tiny mini skirts—it was basically our required uniform at the office. Honestly, I didn't even want to go out because I knew everyone would be whispering about how I’d turned into this little athletic tank. It actually cost me my friendships; they were all hanging out together while I stayed stuck at home. Even going to the grocery store was a nightmare. Every time I had to pick up food, I was paralyzed by the thought that the cashier was judging me, thinking, "Look how much she eats when she's clearly so huge..."
I just couldn't bring myself to have sex because I was stuck in my own head, thinking I was disgusting. I kept wondering how anyone could actually find this much fat exciting... and now everything's hitting the fan in my relationship.
The period ended when I was 60. Since then, life has been moving fast. I started working again and finally broke things off with my boyfriend—you know, the one who didn't seem to mind my weight. Things at college have really taken off, too. People actually start greeting me on the street now, and guys are definitely noticing me more. It got pretty wild once. I was just walking down the street when this guy on the other side starts shouting. I turned around, and he starts waving me over. I actually stopped, and he walks right up to me and asks if I’d want to work for his travel agency. He told me he’d been watching me around town for a while and that I was beautiful and charming and blah blah blah. I turned him down, obviously. I’ve got school to focus on, and I need a job with steady hours.
It’s honestly wild how the entire world just shifts its attitude toward you once you drop the weight.
Oh, right... the best example happened last summer...
My boss told me to meet him at a specific spot at 9:00 for a meeting with the Mayor. I figured I’d be early, so I showed up at 8:30. I waited around until 9:15, but he was nowhere to be found—turns out, I was at the wrong location entirely. It was a total mess because I was supposed to be with the Mayor, but I was stuck on the complete opposite side of town. By the time everyone finally got their act together, I didn't pull up to City Hall until 10:00. The Mayor had been sitting there for a full hour waiting for me, surrounded by all the reporters and my boss. I hopped out of the car, flashed a smile, and just told them, "Sorry, there was a bit of a misunderstanding." My boss just looked at me and said, "Don't worry about it, you're forgiven."
We went to see the Mayor, and my boss ended up apologizing on our behalf. The Mayor looked right at me, smiled, and basically said that sometimes it’s just worth waiting for certain people. Once the press conference wrapped up, I was walking out with my boss and he pulls me aside. He tells me, "You have no idea how many doors are going to swing wide open for you just because of your looks, that smile, and that skirt you're wearing."
I can’t shake it. It just keeps looping in my head over and over...
If you're pretty, thin, and smiling, every door swings wide open for you.
It’s messed up that I had to learn that lesson the hard way, by feeling it in my own skin...
I even perform better on exams than girls who don't look like me, and honestly, that’s terrifying. I'm scared of gaining weight because it’s awful, but it’s true—people value looks above everything else.
It’s so frustrating when I go out with friends and guys I’ve known my entire life—guys I see all over town—approach me and ask if I’m new here. They act like they’ve never seen me before, even though this is a small town and they definitely have! Of course they haven't "seen" me... they’re too busy looking at the thinner girls.
Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
It’s just awful!!!!
The media is trash, and those damn magazines are just as bad, constantly pushing those tall, skinny models and that sick idea that being thin is the only way to be beautiful. It's a warped sense of human value. It’s caused by a massive group of people who don't think for themselves; they just follow whoever has a tiny bit of influence. And usually, what those influencers decide works for them, but it’s destructive for everyone else. But nobody notices because nobody bothers to think!
Blame the media, blame the family that didn't raise me right, or blame myself for being unstable and lacking control. That’s why I need psychiatric help, yeah...
I stopped for a second...
Do you actually know what psychiatrists are for?
They're there to tell you things you already know, but you can't face them because thinking about them hurts too much.
Nobody knows me better than I know myself. Nobody can help me unless I want it. I'm smart enough to realize what my problem is, I'm just not brave enough to grab it by the throat and fix it.
That’s the core of it..
Then there’s the bulimia. I should just sit down and tell myself, "Look, this, this, and this is hurting you. You can fix it by doing this, this, and this. First, you have to do this, this, and this, and then everything will be better."
But no!!!
It’s easier to just eat and purge. It’s easier to walk through life with a fake smile plastered on my face, lying to myself that everything is fine.
From the experience of someone with bulimia
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It's me again! Honestly, it’s pretty wild seeing how many "normal" people have jumped into this discussion. Like, what is it about Eating Disorders that fascinates everyone so much?
As I mentioned before, I’ve been dealing with bulimia for a long time now, and I’m pushing 30. I know the whole Little Red Riding Hood story by heart—I could probably tell it myself! But here’s the thing: I was never actually overweight, and I didn't start struggling with bulimia just to look like some skinny supermodel. Let's be real here, though—it's almost impossible to stay thin with bulimia. When you have an episode, you eat, you purge, then comes the hunger pangs, the bingeing, and more purging until you're totally exhausted or there's simply no food left. And let's face it, you can't completely empty your stomach; some of that food stays behind and nourishes your body. That’s just an extreme example of bulimic behavior. For me, I usually eat normally during the day. In fact, I actually try to eat healthy—good quality meat, fish, salads, yogurt, fruit. But sometimes, once evening hits, I give in to certain foods that I just *have* to throw up. Also, when I'm dealing with PMS, I totally lose it; I just can't control myself. During those times, I don't even eat "normally"—it's just sweets, bread, chocolate, you name it. So, I wouldn't say I'm obsessed with my looks; I'm not trying to look like some model on TV or in a magazine, and it isn't even a priority in my life. I am slim, sure, but mostly because I stay pretty active—that's actually one of the ways I started finding some psychophysical balance (which is huge if you're trying to kick bulimia). I'm actually in great shape; I go jogging regularly, about 5.0 miles every other day, plus swimming, biking, trekking... If I only did bulimic episodes, I’d probably look totally haggard and drained, or maybe I'd even be heavy.
I think I probably use bulimia to "solve" psychological or emotional problems. Maybe that's exactly the issue, because I love it when things in my life feel "put together." I'm a big fan of order and routine. So, when I start feeling like I'm losing control over life's events, I just swing to the complete opposite extreme—total chaos—which shows up as these episodes.
Eating Disorders like this are such complex messes because, over time, they become part of who you are and part of your life, to the point where it feels impossible to imagine living any other way. That’s why I’m telling you, Dr. Škoro isn't going to help. Seriously, if you have even a shred of intelligence or basic nutritional knowledge, you'll see through her immediately, or at least very quickly. And honestly, that might just discourage you even more, because you'll think, "If a self-proclaimed 'expert' like this can't actually help me, what hope do I have?" I felt so pathetic when I realized she was just conning people. It made me so angry! What was she thinking? Did she really think she could just sell smoke to anyone? I might even go as far as to say the people from Herbalife sound more convincing. At least for the same price, they actually give you some meal replacements.

quietwalker97 said:After reading through this whole debate above, I just couldn't help myself from jumping in. I've been "fighting" Bulimia for years now. Honestly, calling it a fight feels like an understatement. It’s more like I just live with it. This has been going on for thirteen years.
So, if anyone thinks they can tackle this all on their own, you're dead wrong. Plus, speaking from my own experience, there isn't a single doctor—not a Psychiatrist, a nutritionist, or anyone else who can actually provide real help around here in the States.
As the years go by, I guess I've started accepting it as part of who I am, almost like a personality trait, just to make things easier on myself. Because constantly spiraling over what I secretly do sometimes just pushed me right to the edge of depression—that horrible, crushing sense of guilt...

SO WAIT—YOU'RE SAYING YOU ACCEPT YOUR ILLNESS AS SOMETHING NATURAL!?
YOU CAN'T HELP YOURSELF, AND THERE'S NOBODY IN AMERICA WHO CAN ACTUALLY CURE YOU EITHER!

And then when you finally face it—bam, the guilt hits you, and you just close your eyes to it all over again!

Wrong way, wrong mindset... you don't deserve this... can you seriously call Bulimia a character trait? (It's a consequence, after all, never the root cause)!

So, self-control? Yeah, clearly doesn't exist for me (unless I'm actively obsessing over it like I have been the last few days)...
Someone once brought up the term “emotional starvation”... and honestly... that’s me. When I’m actually happy, eating doesn't even cross my mind—I don't even feel the urge. But when I’m feeling down, depressed, or just wired and nervous... then it’s just food, food, food. It becomes the ultimate escape hatch. I overeat, tell myself I'll just purge later, and then once I do, I feel this temporary relief (thinking, "okay, I won't be fat"). Then, inevitably, the cycle resets and I'm already wondering what I'm going to eat next. It's a loop. And I do all of this because I'm too much of a coward to face what's actually bothering me, so I manufacture new problems just to avoid thinking about the old ones.
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Some people just try to overcompensate for one deficiency by leaning too hard on another side of the scale.
A Psychiatrist ought to be someone you can actually trust with your baggage. You might be operating under faulty beliefs—things you picked up during some extreme circumstances that you've since accepted as your "normal." If you don't dismantle those core beliefs, you're just destined to keep repeating the same mistakes.
Behavior is essentially just a decision a person makes based on a series of premises. Some are situational, while others are "experiential"—for instance, if we know getting soaked isn't ideal, and we see clouds through the window, we grab an umbrella. That's a gross oversimplification, certainly, but perhaps it helps illustrate the point.🙂

Look, I just embraced it this way because it made living with everything a little easier. Trust me, people, it’s not as simple as just saying, "Okay, I'm done with that!" I am fighting this battle with myself every single day. To make things a bit more manageable, I started looking at it like a bad habit I needed to kick. But honestly? It feels way more like an addiction. No doctor, no matter how great they are, can just reach into your head and flick a switch to make it go away. It's all in the brain, right there in your head. You can go through endless psychotherapy sessions or visit specialists, but at the end of the day, those people aren't *you*. To them, it's just a job. Isn't the most important thing finding someone who actually gets you, someone who can truly empathize and genuinely wants to help? You just don't get that kind of connection from our doctors. Maybe a therapeutic group would actually be more helpful—somewhere you could be around people who have actually made it out on the other side. But as far as I know, Libella isn't even around anymore, and I'm not sure about any others. There are so many disorders out there, but nobody wants to face them or even admit they exist. I've decided to try and break out of this vicious cycle on my own as best as I can. But hey, change is slow, and it takes time...

The reality is that at university, nobody actually teaches you much about Eating Disorders, so you end up relying on TV and the news as your primary source of information.

quietwalker97 said:Look, I just started looking at things this way because it was the only way I could actually function. Believe me when I say it isn’t as simple as just deciding to "stop"! I am fighting this battle with myself every single day. To make life a little more manageable, I tried framing it as just some bad habit I needed to kick, but let's be real—it feels much more like an addiction. No doctor, no matter how many degrees they have, can just reach into your mind and flick a switch to make it disappear. It’s all in your head; it’s wired into your brain. Sure, you can go through endless psychotherapy sessions or visit specialists, but at the end of the day, those people aren't close to you. To them, this is just a job. The real secret is finding someone who actually *gets* it—someone who can truly empathize and sincerely wants to help you pull through. You just don't get that kind of connection from your standard doctors. Honestly, I think a therapeutic group would be way more effective, especially one filled with people who have actually made it out the other side. But as far as I know, Libella doesn't even exist anymore, and I haven't heard anything about other groups. There are so many different disorders surrounding us, but nobody wants to acknowledge them or face the reality of what's happening. As for me, I've decided to try and break out of this vicious cycle on my own as best as I can. But let me tell you, progress is slow, and it takes a hell of a lot of time.

I'm pretty sure that was meant for me!
Look, I know exactly what you’re talking about—and honestly, it’s perfect, if it's a bit unfortunate. I see the point you're making, but let's be real: we both know you haven't actually gotten there yet. She decided. Healing... It’s such a massive, heavy concept, isn't it? People toss the word around like it’s some simple task you can just check off a grocery list between buying milk and picking up eggs, but let’s be real—it’s never that straightforward. It’s messy, it’s exhausting, and honestly, it can feel like you're running a marathon through knee-deep mud just to reach the starting line.
Look, we’re talking about addiction here—real, deep-seated dependency driven by psychological needs. It’s not just one thing. For some people, it's cigarettes; for others, it's hard drugs; and for a lot of folks, it’s that constant emotional "feeding" through binge eating. It all stems from the same void.
Once you finally make the call to break that magical—okay, let's be real, *cursed*—loop you've been stuck in, that’s going to be your very first step. And honestly? It’ll be the most important one toward actually living a normal life.
Then you’ll finally realize that running away into binge eating isn't actually a way to deal with your problems... you have to face them head-on. You’ve got to take some responsibility—not just for yourself, but for the food you’re actually putting into your body. It’s about accountability.
You've been stuck in this hole way too long—it's going to ruin you. Honestly, it’s about time you "came back" to reality.
I’m wishing you nothing but the best! 👋

mistybear4 said:Let's look at this logically: if there is an eating disorder, then you just need to fix the diet to eliminate the disorder (where the cause lies, there is the solution). I don't understand what role psychiatrists have here? ... To convince you that you're hallucinating? ... 😁

I would please ask you—if you truly know nothing about eating disorders (which seems obvious from your tone)—to stop handing out advice. I don't care whether what you're trying to sell is good or bad, and frankly, it doesn't concern me, but there is no place for that on this thread.

But it’s not that I’m being difficult; I just feel compelled to try and explain. Someone with bulimia doesn't eat because they are hungry; they eat to compensate for something else through food—an "emotional void." For instance, what do you do when you're feeling down, when you've just had enough of everything...? Maybe you watch TV, go for a run, play with your dog, or grab coffee with a friend... someone else might turn to alcohol or smoking... and some of us eat. And we don't just eat anything; we go for so-called "comfort food," which varies by person, but it's always something high-calorie and unhealthy—for me, it's chips and similar snacks, for others, it's sweets, or hamburgers, etc. It's about an unhealthy relationship with food, where it isn't serving to satisfy hunger, but to substitute for unmet emotional needs. In those moments, I know celery is healthier than chips, but celery won't "comfort" me—chips will. So, I eat them until I make myself sick, then I purge, and then the cycle starts all over again...

(A small note: as I already mentioned, I haven't had bulimic episodes for many years now; it's just easier for me to write in the first person, using my own experience, which, thankfully, is nearly behind me)

People suffering from eating disorders aren't stupid or uneducated, thinking they don't know which foods are healthy and which aren't. On the contrary, as someone already noted, they often know much more about nutrition than the "average" person. Most of the time, they are above-average intelligence, ambitious, but perfectionists. Excellent students, incredibly hard workers at their jobs, seemingly perfect within their families... And while they attempt to maintain this image of perfection, their world is crumbling inside, but they can't allow anyone to notice. They can't "disappoint" anyone or show weakness... and that is the part that needs treatment: learning to accept themselves (because nobody is perfect), learning to love themselves, and learning to trust the people around them... I am no psychologist and I don't want to dwell on this further, because I'm surely generalizing—everyone has their own pain points, and we aren't all the same. But I will say that the problem isn't a lack of nutritional knowledge; it's something happening in the head. A doctor (an internist, or perhaps a gastroenterologist?) needs to be involved in therapy if the illness has progressed so far that the digestive tract is being destroyed—of course, a diseased stomach cannot digest things the way a healthy one does. But primarily, this is the work of a psychologist (or a psychiatrist?), to untangle the mess in the mind.

I'll stop there. If anyone is interested, they can Google it...

About Dr. Škoro:

It’ll just end up discouraging you even more. You might start thinking, "If even a self-proclaimed 'expert' like this can't actually help me, what hope do I have?"

Honestly, I'm feeling pretty discouraged too...
Is there really nobody out there specialized for someone dealing with Eating Disorders? I truly believe a psychologist should be the first point of contact here. I'm certain this is primarily a psychological issue that just happens to trigger physical problems down the line.

Does some private clinic just not exist somewhere in California? Seriously, someone please tell me where... it’s out there somewhere...

p.s. - I'm done harping on about this here! Catch you all later! 👋

I honestly don't know if there's even a team out there in the States that could actually help. Taylor Brown61 you make a great point—first off, you have to own up to the fact that the problem exists and that you actually want to fix it. But man, that's just the tip of the iceberg... I don't know, it’s so hard to explain what it feels like when a "period" hits to someone who hasn't lived through it themselves. Like, I'm fully aware that what I'm doing to myself isn't healthy, but I just can't seem to stop. My brain just shuts down...

For crying out loud, stop mystifying what a Psychiatrist or any other pro does during the healing process. They can only act as "support"—basically just a backup crew helping you reach the finish line.
That’s exactly why patients build up this massive hype around therapists and then tear it down themselves; they don't get that the only actual path forward is the road to self-healing. A Psychiatrist is just there to help you dig up those internal strongholds.
Sadly, that's the hardest part of the whole thing. I don't really have anything poetic to say about it... I just know that everything happens when it happens, including that moment when you finally grab the reins of your own life.
And please, don't go using "self-healing" as a fancy way to say "self-delusion." I don't believe in anything except that internal "click" within a person.

Here's my theory—and look, I totally get if others can't wrap their heads around it—but it's all about spiritual hunger. That emptiness in the soul is what actually drives people to overstuff their stomachs.
It works both ways, too. If your stomach is growling, thinking about some big battle isn't going to make you feel any less hungry. You might distract yourself for a second, but long-term? That hunger just keeps building up...

The hunger epidemic in humanity is just heartbreaking... you've got people still starving to death, and then you've got people who are basically addicted to the sensation of hunger itself.😢

Wishing you guys nothing but the best!

Look, let's just be real here—Eating Disorders are mental illnesses.