Monday, January 23, 2012

The Illusion

It is misconception that people who suffer from eating disorders are easy to spot; emaciated, drawn, pale, lifeless, and lying on a couch all day. The majority of people with an eating disorder actually look relatively “normal” the majority of the time, residing at a seemingly normal or even higher weight and carrying out the activities of daily life: work, friends, and of course working out. The imagined ideal of an eating disorder can only be maintained (I shouldn’t use maintained here since it is always in flux at this juncture) for a short period of time and if prolonged can and will lead to death. Chronic eating disorders don’t survive in this state.

The side effect I want to discuss however isn’t the physical side, but rather the mental side that exists throughout the life of a chronic eating disorder.

The Illusion.

I lived, if one can use that word, in this state for the better part of my eating disorder, slipping in and out of it from time to time, but staying in this phase throughout the majority of my mid to late twenties. To the outsider I maintained a full life of school, work, dating and friends, but inside I continued to crumble. I was holding up the weight of my illusion, piling it on more and more each day, holding up this inauthentic facade.

Perhaps it would have been easier to strap a billboard to my back.

I kept trying to convince myself that I was engaged in life since after all I had all the outward signs of it, but each night I returned home utterly exhausted and unhappy. I pushed for more in all realms: more work, longer workouts, and more dates with different men. I believed that somewhere one had to hold the key to myself since for some reason I kept failing at this thing call life.

I judged myself by others, comparing my life to those I barely knew, the friend of a friend on Facebook, those I passed by on the streets, perhaps seeing their full lives of relationships, work, travels, family, and children. I had to make myself feel better, flipping it to the exterior and feeling like a success in that yes I perhaps was thinner, worked out more and had more control, when in truth I was the one spiraling out of control and winding deeper into my illusion.

Life became what I did rather than what I was.

Human doing instead of human being.

Constant doing has the effect of flattening years together, barely able to distinguish one period of time from the next. Alcoholics and those with other addiction disorders often report similar experiences. They emerge into recovery with a hazy fog of what they have been through. Perhaps this is the bodies way of lessening the pain of the loss of so many years, the loss of opportunity, and the loss of life. A discussion of this using the terms loss can seem negative, but I don’t view it that way. As I've written before, I don’t regret any of what I have been through. It is a part of my life and allows me to view the world in different ways, putting me in a unique position to help others.

I continue to move through recovery, two steps forward, one step back, a dance with life I happily and authentically engage in, simultaneously painful and joyful, all the while dancing away from my illusion.


  1. I think that our society's acceptance of being extremely thin doesn't help matters either. Women who are underweight and sick look "just fine" when compared to a woman on a magazine cover. You are so right the comparison game has to stop in order to be healthy. I am so working on that right now!


  2. For sure. I actually blogged about that (when I wrote for this blog) -- it's this whole belief that there's a "typical" eating disorder patient -- -- all forms of awareness pretty much tell us that eating disorder patients are normal weight or emaciated... mainly skeletal though... and that we all think we're massive.

    Nicole over at nicoleandgwendolyn also blogged about this recently -- with regards to Dr. Phil and sending him a letter --

    1. Yes! We need to get more of these message out there!!!

  3. Thankyou for this post Hannah...I found it very helpful, as I am struggling with an ED, but yet, to the outside world, I'm sure no-one would know this...I am apparantly underweight, but certainly not emaciated, like one would expect from someone with an ED...There is a lot of misunderstanding within society, but posts like these go a long way in helping to educate others...

    I also have this sensation you mentioned of having many years feel indistinguishable to the other, like they all melt into one? I wasn't aware this was common to people who struggle with addictions, so thankyou for sharing this! I have severe anxiety aswell as ED so it does feel like many years have just disappeared/been wasted in many ways...

    Lastly, I really loved this ~ 'human doing instead of human being' This is exactly what if feels like at times! :o) Sorry for such a long comment, but thankyou...Your post has been very helpful :o)


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