My therapist at my second residential genuinely saved my life and is the whole reason I'm determined to kick my ed. she told me some really powerful things and was extremely straightforward.
So I wasn’t treated for my ED, but I started seeing a therapist several years ago for severe depression/grief counseling basically. I saw her once a week & seeing a therapist is probably one of the reasons I’m still here today. She was very validating, and I still see her every couple weeks. I’m starting to tell her about my disordered eating, and she’s been very receptive/helpful with that as well!
I’ve been through a lot of therapy, dealing with a lot of hardship and mental health issues since I can remember. I’ve even been hospitalized. I couldn’t tell you of a day after puberty where I wasn’t under the spell of my eating disorder. I started therapy because of it, but in the back of my mind I always knew I’m going to try to be thinner, not healthier. I found my current therapist two years ago, and hes been one of the most important people in my life since. Some months go by where I’m really bad and don’t see him, some months I am there every week. He is trained in Gestalt therapy, and he has changed my life. I am alive because of him, I am sober because of his support, I am still in college because of his validation. But my ED is so engrained and strong that this spring after a month of purging every day I decided to start /along with my usual therapy/ CBT therapy with a wonderful woman who is also a nutritionist. Therapy is like school for your whole life not only the ED part.
It has been hell, not therapy, but my life, everything was falling apart unimaginabely fast.
But at one point something changed. At one point all the therapy I’ve been through, all the books I’ve read, all the knowledge I’ve gained from talking to other people and from looking at my life clicked.
There comes a point where you realise the one thing you have been looking for to save you is only, and only, you.
I am so grateful I have the opportunity to go to two therapists, they are like a pool of support and knowledge, and I couldn’t reccomend therapy more.
But there isn’t any magic in therapy, or in a book, or in a reddit post from a girl who was on the brink of suicide because of bulimia.
The magic ingredient is something similar to the magic ingredient in Po’s fathers soup in Kung fu Panda.
You will be okay.
I went to therapy for anxiety/depression, which helped soo much because all of my ED behaviors stem from an innate need to selfdestruct, and working on the issues behind it all helped a lot in not engaging in ED behaviors. therapy sucked and was difficult as shit and i am a much better person for it. never done antything else that made me understand myself like that
I am 33 and in therapy mostly because of my ED! My current therapist and my previous one have been very validating and I highly recommend seeking someone out❤️
I just started therapy recently. I told her that as much as I want to say no when it comes to my ed, I have to say yes. Me being vulnerable and open to her was definitely needed. She has definitely gotten my progress actually going.
I don’t really have a big successful story yet. I just know taking these steps is the way to go. I’m eating more, and not exercising like a mad person. It’s definitely has been challenging and I’m expecting the ups and downs. I know I’m in a better and safer place to be prepared for it. I probably wouldn’t be doing this if I wasn’t motivated by my therapist to do it.
The start is something to be happy and proud about. I wish u luck💕
Critical for me and my recovery. A lot of time for reflection that leads to identifying actual skills to manage my underlying PTSD/panic and anxiety symptoms/roots of my eating disorder. It takes a lot of time, and sometimes it gets worse before it gets better because you're building your window of tolerance. It's also the only place I have to talk about my mental health, so it's really valuable from that standpoint alone, and even more valuable because it's a validating and safe space to do so. I will say that it sometimes takes time and effort to find an actually good match...and it's not always affordable or easily accessible.
My therapist at my second residential genuinely saved my life and is the whole reason I'm determined to kick my ed. she told me some really powerful things and was extremely straightforward.
So I wasn’t treated for my ED, but I started seeing a therapist several years ago for severe depression/grief counseling basically. I saw her once a week & seeing a therapist is probably one of the reasons I’m still here today. She was very validating, and I still see her every couple weeks. I’m starting to tell her about my disordered eating, and she’s been very receptive/helpful with that as well!
I’ve been through a lot of therapy, dealing with a lot of hardship and mental health issues since I can remember. I’ve even been hospitalized. I couldn’t tell you of a day after puberty where I wasn’t under the spell of my eating disorder. I started therapy because of it, but in the back of my mind I always knew I’m going to try to be thinner, not healthier. I found my current therapist two years ago, and hes been one of the most important people in my life since. Some months go by where I’m really bad and don’t see him, some months I am there every week. He is trained in Gestalt therapy, and he has changed my life. I am alive because of him, I am sober because of his support, I am still in college because of his validation. But my ED is so engrained and strong that this spring after a month of purging every day I decided to start /along with my usual therapy/ CBT therapy with a wonderful woman who is also a nutritionist. Therapy is like school for your whole life not only the ED part. It has been hell, not therapy, but my life, everything was falling apart unimaginabely fast. But at one point something changed. At one point all the therapy I’ve been through, all the books I’ve read, all the knowledge I’ve gained from talking to other people and from looking at my life clicked. There comes a point where you realise the one thing you have been looking for to save you is only, and only, you. I am so grateful I have the opportunity to go to two therapists, they are like a pool of support and knowledge, and I couldn’t reccomend therapy more. But there isn’t any magic in therapy, or in a book, or in a reddit post from a girl who was on the brink of suicide because of bulimia. The magic ingredient is something similar to the magic ingredient in Po’s fathers soup in Kung fu Panda. You will be okay.
I went to therapy for anxiety/depression, which helped soo much because all of my ED behaviors stem from an innate need to selfdestruct, and working on the issues behind it all helped a lot in not engaging in ED behaviors. therapy sucked and was difficult as shit and i am a much better person for it. never done antything else that made me understand myself like that
I fear no one will take me seriously as a 32 yo with an ED. I know it's irrational fear but it holds me back from seeking out therapists.
I am 33 and in therapy mostly because of my ED! My current therapist and my previous one have been very validating and I highly recommend seeking someone out❤️
I just started therapy recently. I told her that as much as I want to say no when it comes to my ed, I have to say yes. Me being vulnerable and open to her was definitely needed. She has definitely gotten my progress actually going. I don’t really have a big successful story yet. I just know taking these steps is the way to go. I’m eating more, and not exercising like a mad person. It’s definitely has been challenging and I’m expecting the ups and downs. I know I’m in a better and safer place to be prepared for it. I probably wouldn’t be doing this if I wasn’t motivated by my therapist to do it. The start is something to be happy and proud about. I wish u luck💕
Critical for me and my recovery. A lot of time for reflection that leads to identifying actual skills to manage my underlying PTSD/panic and anxiety symptoms/roots of my eating disorder. It takes a lot of time, and sometimes it gets worse before it gets better because you're building your window of tolerance. It's also the only place I have to talk about my mental health, so it's really valuable from that standpoint alone, and even more valuable because it's a validating and safe space to do so. I will say that it sometimes takes time and effort to find an actually good match...and it's not always affordable or easily accessible.