I think about my life often this time of year. It’s a time of overwhelming feelings and the urge to belong somewhere.
For a couple weeks, I did great with the dietary changes my body felt amazing. My mind felt wonderful. And then I had this scary experience with a Uber driver that sent me on a tailspin of flashbacks – being trapped in cars with reckless or anxious drivers and feeling out of control – that pushed me to eat foods that would make me feel physically uncomfortable and/or sick.
I tried to find alternatives. I tried to use other grounding and coping skills. I reached out for help on the hotline and spoke with my therapist. I talked with my acupuncturist too. But in the end I gave in and ate the foods that made me bloated, gassy, nauseous, and cramped.
Why? Partly because I feel mixed emotions about reconnecting with more family members. Partly because my body is physically changing and healing and becoming the body it’s supposed to be instead of the body it was turned into by past experience. Partly because one way for me to cope successfully with overwhelming body sensations is to leave my body. But I can’t leave unless my body is in pain or discomfort; the 2 triggers that allow me to disassociate from my physical self.
Do I feel guilty about harming myself with food? Not really
Do I feel ashamed of harming myself with food? a little bit
Do I wish I could find an alternative to this? Absolutely yes
How am I dealing with the minimal guilt and shame? By being kind to myself and doing what I can to minimize the consequences of eating food that is difficult to digest.
Will I do this again in the future? Probably. It’s hard to let go of something that works and drowns out the uncomfortable sensations with familiar ones – even if those familiar ones are harmful and negative.
What next? keep trying to find a substitute coping strategy that doesn’t involve self harm by food.
Hence the quote above…
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