Monday 31 December 2018

2018: The Longest Year Ever

Here we are again, the final day of the year. Now is the time when my Twitter is filled with “2018 was the worst year ever” tweets, but then again people say that for every year that passes. Why are we more prone to reflecting on the downfalls of the year rather than counting our blessings and achievements? Surely one can’t say that every day of the year was a bad day? That is why I am spending today reflecting on each moment of the year with my journal on one side and a cup of tea on the other.

I found a list of 2018 Asks on Tumblr (Credits to goghflora) and am going to answer them as I journey back through the months of this turbulent and exciting year...

1. Favourite memory from 2018

Though it was an emotional memory as well, I would have to say the sense of euphoria that washed over me in February when my body began rejecting my eating disorder. Never had I ever felt more empowered by my biological instincts. I also felt a sense of safety and trust in my body that it would always take care of me. I began setting out a plan for the future of how I would turn to it more for how to live my life and listen to its wisdom.

2. Biggest achievement in 2018

Definitely landing the role of Romilly in Dear Romilly! It has been a dream of mine since childhood to be a movie actress and I finally fulfilled it in my first step towards possible fame. I doubted my pursuit of acting because of my low self-esteem and belief that I would be rejected at every corner, but portraying Romilly gave me a sense of confidence and self-assurance that I needed to boost me out of my doubts and trepidation. If you’d like to watch the movie, here is the link: Dear Romilly

3. Did 2018 live up to your expectations?

It is never possible to predict how a year is going to go, but I can say that 2018 threw whatever expectations I had out the window! My word for the year, which I choose at the beginning of each new year, was “cleanse” which I used as a guide for how I wanted to live my life in 2018. I thought that meant a year of detoxing, being on my own, not having much contact with anyone, and learning how to be silent. What it turned out to be was a year of purging negative and toxic energy, allowing new people to teach me valuable lessons, finding new ways to release the tensions and anxious situations and people I had been holding onto, and learning how to stand up for myself.

4. How was your love life in 2018?

On the 4th of May after a year of friendship, my best friend Norman became my boyfriend. It has been such a surreal rollercoaster ride of romance, adventure, tears, laughs, thrills, and learning.

5. How did you celebrate your birthday this year?

I celebrated my 20th birthday in the best way possible. Norman surprised me in the morning at my house with my present: My adorable hamster I named Louis! Afterwards he took me on a surprise adventure ending at a secret location: A spa! I cried and cried with love and shock when he revealed that we would both be treated to a spa afternoon. Never had I ever been so in awe of the effort, dedication, and attention to detail that had gone into the most perfect gift tailored for me. We both got massages and time in the sauna. It was an afternoon of bliss and serenity, one I have never been able to thank him enough for. In the evening I went out for supper with my friends who had all witnessed me at different stages in my growth: From preschool all the way to university. It was a day I will truly never forget as it reminded me how blessed and loved I am.

6. Did you go on holiday in 2018?

In November I went to Rooiels for a week with some of my best friends from university. Our days were spent on the beach, swimming, tanning, building puzzles, napping, laughing, cooking, playing games, and drinking. It was an unforgettable experience filled with new memories and fantastic people.

7. Biggest struggle of 2018

My biggest struggles were relapsing into anorexia twice: First in September, and then again in December. That really required a lot of strength from within to conquer twice over.

8. Favourite film you saw in 2018

The Nun- I absolutely adore horrors!

9. Favourite book you read in 2018

‘Big Little Lies’ by Lianne Moriarty 

10. Favourite show you watched in 2018

The Handmaid’s Tale!

11. Did you make any new friends this year?

Yes I did, as well as strengthen old friendships which I am thankful for.

12. Most important lesson you learned in 2018

That not everyone has the same heart or kind intentions that I do. Also that it is important to listen to your heart and say NO when something doesn’t feel right. 

13. What was your most embarrassing moment this year?

Nothing truly embarrassing happened to me, but I did get tonsillitis four times in one semester... 

14.  What news stories interested you this year?

The #ReclaimCliftonBeach movement in Cape Town.

15. Did you surprise yourself in 2018?

I surprised myself a lot this year. Standing up for myself and learning how to listen to my body presented results I never thought I’d learn in the space of a year.

16. Did you grow as a person in 2018?

I grew immensely as a person both mentally and physically. This year took me to places and taught me lessons that I will never forget nor take for granted. 

17. When did you laugh the hardest this year?

Anytime I was with Norman, to be honest.

18. When did you cry the hardest this year?

Anytime I was with Norman, to be honest.

19. Do you have any regrets about how you behaved in 2018?

Only that I trusted people that I shouldn’t have.

20. What’s your New Years resolution?

To be more forthright!

Forgive yourself for everything that happened this year where you felt disappointed, regretful, or anxious. Let go of your inhibitions and negative feelings about whatever downfalls you experienced. It’s time to allow the excitement and promises of the new year to wash over you and fill you with hope, life, and joy!

I’ll see you next year!


XO

Sunday 23 December 2018

Blue Christmas: “My Holidays Were Hollow Days”

The Christmas tree is up and decorated. My house is cosy with decorations adorning the living room. The presents are baked, the candles are lit, and the cookies are ready. This year on Christmas Day I will try even harder than before to suppress my body checking urges, to control my portion sizes, and to ignore the vicious voices in my head telling me that one meal will ruin me. 

In the past my Christmases were dictated by Ana's evil voice. No matter how much weight I had lost due to the stress and anxiety she had laden on me, it was never enough. I was still not worthy of the festive spread my family laid out on Christmas Day. My entire afternoon was filled with consuming thoughts of calories, numbers, the scale, my intake, and how much I would have to restrict the next day in order not to hinder my "progress" I had made. I would hide in the bathroom body checking in the mirror, my hands groping my stomach and thighs where I was sure my weight gain after Christmas lunch would be instant and visible. While sitting around the table with my family sharing gossip and laughter, my mind was never truly present. Intrusive and negative thoughts about my body, my self worth, and how possessed I felt circled around my like a vulture. I was never at peace on Christmas. Not while my mind was haunted and Ana had control over me. What I thought was self control and body positivity ultimately turned out to be food obsession and dietary compulsions.

This festive season has unfortunately seen my relapse into anorexia. Though there have been days where the obsessions and compulsions have been too much to handle, I have been trying even harder to resist them. I've been baking, going on outings with my friends, hosting Christmas movie nights, and spending evenings away from home on supper dates. By spending time away from home, I have been attempting to strengthen my body positivity by being around wholesome and loving people rather than staying in bed and indulging in self pity and depression naps.

In truth, I never want to spend another Christmas with Ana. She made my holidays completely miserable and hollow in the past by turning me into a shadow of my former self. She made me lose my exuberance and passion for the most wonderful day of the year. I made a stronger effort, in spite of my relapse, to reclaim my Christmas spirit this year. I want my twenties to be a time of investing in myself, and that means the purging of intrusive and destructive thoughts and behaviour.

My holidays will not be hollow days. I have spent one too many Christmases questioning whether or not I am worthy of being alive and being loved. And on the day of the birth of my Saviour... To think that Ana has influenced and controlled my outlook on life on Christmas more than the God who has never stopped loving me. I never want that to happen again.

Merry Christmas, Ana. Now get out of my house.


XO

Friday 21 December 2018

I Am, I Am, I Am | What Now?

Letting go of anorexia is something I have had to learn how to do and redo over and over again. Having never quite gotten it right, I find her sneaking back into my life when things are seemingly on the up and up. For example, my meal plans from October saw me smashing my recovery goals, conquering my fear foods, and gaining weight while still maintaining a positive attitude and motivation to succeed.  On top of this, I showed my final exams who is boss and passed with my name on the Dean's merit list for the second year running!

So why have I found myself in December, stressed and anxious, with the number on the scale dropping?

I somehow find it easier to restrict my intake around the festive season. Most people have the opposite problem, but for me the stress of food and indulging in holiday time, relaxation, and letting go of my inhibitions gives me more of a reason to be anxious than my school routine does. The sense of control that abandons me when the semester ends is reclaimed through my pressing need to control my body's growth and movement. Indeed I have found myself feeling the harmful effects of calorie and nutrient restrictions on my body: Chest pains, dehydration, heart palpitations, exhaustion, nausea, intense hunger, fixation on food, and an overwhelming sense of hopelessness and depression.

People assume I have recovered fully from my eating disorder because they see the physical recovery aspects: Weight gain, energy, and eating more. What is always hidden from the public eye are the mental recovery aspects that take the longest to heal and strengthen. I feel frustrated and angry when people say to me, "So you're recovered, what now?" People often don't look further than the body to see the steps to recovery and thus miss the mental aspects hidden beneath the surface.

I am here to say I am still learning about recovery and my own abilities to overcome this mental illness in time. It is after all a mental illness with physical side effects. My weight gain/loss do not determine how "successful" I am in my recovery journey. What I believe will determine how far I will go are my determination to silence anorexia on a day to day basis, my strength to continue in spite of her cruel voice, and my courage to become all that I can be without letting Ana rule my headspace.

No one knows how long I will be on this path. All I know is that this path needs to be paved until it becomes the familiar and comforting road I will walk for the rest of my life: A road of comfort, self love, and embracing life as it comes.

"I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am." - Sylvia Plath


XO
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