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The first reason I'm motivated is that my eating disorder was a monkey on my back, and I liked it less and less that it had so much to say about what I did, when I did it, how I did it, and even if I did it. I planned my days, nights, my outings by what I was going to eat, and my life became no bigger than a prison cell until I realized that my shame had built my jail, put me in it, and locked me in. In order to get out I had to deal with the events that shamed me, and even realize that to a large degree my shame was self-imposed, something I needed to stand between me and the outside world, between me and other people, because I just didn't know how to love, and didn't know how to let myself be loved; I didn't even know what love was, and wouldn't have known it if it had came and stood in front of me with a loud speaker and a video cam.
It took many many episodes of yo-yo dieting for me to not only realize these things, but to accept them. For a long time, I just could not believe that I was unconsciously trying to kill myself, that I really, truly, did not wish to live, and that my whole life had been a journey to wards either life, or death, and not necessarily in that order. Though overeating was my only substance addiction, I had many behavioral addictions, so that death could have come from either one of several destructive behaviors. But be that as it may, death would only have been a formality, almost anti-climactic. To avoid that death, I had to face each addiction the same way I had to face my overeating. I had to research them all, and I had to change.
What keeps me motivated? My coming alive, being reborn, my real self fighting its way out from the insanity I had created. An insanity that decreased little by little over many years. Thirty, to be exact. Today, whenever I feel that old depression coming back, that old hopelessness, that old urge to be irresponsible with my life___no matter how painful it is___sooner or later I bite the bullet, and look at myself squarely and honestly. I have to. I have to because I want to live. Because I know now that everything I ever went through was worth it if it means that I know myself a little better everyday, that me and my soul are communicating and working things out; and that everyday I'm more in sync with a universe which provides an ecosystem that only needs our commitment to love ourselves and each other (which is what it will take for us to respect and love it)for it to get better, and continue to take care of us.
Today, I'm motivated because I know what I have__both in me, and around me. I know today how truly fortunate I am to have found my true self, because then I found my true sight. Now I can really see, and with a clarity I never had before, because it's reinforced by all the things I now allow myself to feel. Together, my feeling, and my sight allowed me to make better decisions about my life. and those that share my life, than I was ever able to make before. I know that if I start to cover up my feelings with my fat, and all the other things I used, I'll lose it all; and having never had so much light, so much depth, in my life before, losing it would be like a death I could never have imagined, even during the most terrifying moment of my existence.
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