I can certainly say I've been making leaps and bounds on the journey of recovery lately.
I've had a great first week of July (4 good days this week!) and I have a feeling in my gut that there are more to come.
I've been texting and talking to one of the girls from group, and texting another girl.
They're both really nice, and their warm responses to me reaching out have made me feel more secure in myself. I've also been trying to use my support more. Ask for advice, text them when I want to talk. Instead of just engaging in the behaviors. Asking for help is still weird for me and I haven't done it before behaviors yet, only after. But it's a step in the right direction.
I'm coming to realize that there is a lot of support for me out there. I just need to learn how to use it.
Feeling so accepted has made me think about doing the unthinkable: telling my parents.
Last time, telling my parents was a bad idea. They didn't really respond to the fact that I had an ED. I refused to tell them anything about it, and they acted out of misconceptions.
But what would happen if I told them the truth?
I'm scared to do it, but sometimes I can imagine it going well.
I also can't seem to shake the awkward when I talk to one of the girls from group. I don't know why; maybe it's just my nerves kicking in. I thought about apologizing for it but my boyfriend has managed to talk me out of it so far. Explaining myself might make me feel more relieved, but I don't know if it would help our friendship.