A Sudden Forest

For the first time in 13 years of therapy I got half way through my appointment and had nothing to talk about! No issues on the horizon, no big stressful situations, no big emotional breakthroughs, nothing. So my therapist pulled out a chart that I have seen before. On one axis there is time/recovery and on the other axis there is symptom use. At the beginning of the chart you see symptom use rise and then plateau, (there is a section at the beginning of the plateau marked "denial"). After the plateau there is a drop in symptom use, but its not a smooth decline, there are plenty of ups and downs of varying degrees, eventually the symptom use line goes back to zero and a little further down the chart there is a point labeled "Recovery" and a little further down the chart there is a point marked "able to discontinue therapy". Today I got to do something I never thought I would be able to do. When my therapist asked me where I thought I was on the chart I got to point to the word Recovery. This is not to say that I never have eating disordered thoughts, but I am finally to the point where those thoughts look genuinely ridiculous to me.

I thought maybe recovery would feel like arriving somewhere. But it doesn't. I kind of feel like i am suddenly realizing i am in the heart of the forest. I was certainly aware that i was heading into a forest, i could see it off on the horizon and as i got closer the trees got thicker, but now i am suddenly actually in the forest. Like the forest caught up to me when I wasn't paying attention. But the forest wasn't my destination, and recovery isn't my final destination either. Now that I am here, I can go on to all the other things I want to do.

This Pot of Gold is Disappointing

I've got nothing going on and its kind of freaking me out. I don't remember the last time my life was so calm and so boring. I suppose it might have been this way last summer, but I don't remember. I suppose thats the thing about times like this, they aren't very memorable.

Since September I have been dealing with one thing or another pretty much continuously. And now, for the first time, I find myself without an illness of some kind, no job and not much homework (I'm still working on my incomplete from Spring semester).

I thought this was what I was waiting for. But I suppose free time is a little bit like chasing the gold at the end of a rainbow, its hard to find, and when you get there it doesn't look anything like you thought it would. I thought I would get to knit whatever I wanted (including finishing up the afghan for my aunt), but I find myself with an injured wrist, so thats not happening. I thought I would get a chance to play all those hours of video games I had been putting off while I was in school, but now that it comes down to it, it seems I can't be bothered. I thought I would finally get to read something for fun, so I started The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo, but I'm having a hard time seeing what all the fuss was about. I'm half way through and not all that invested. I thought I would be making a skirt a day now that I have the time, but I haven't touched my sewing machine yet.

I guess my point is, because there is nothing going on in my life, there isn't much to write about, and I am giving myself over to it. So if things seem a little quiet from my corner, don't worry, I'm just relaxing.