Lather, Rinse, Repeat

I wrote this article for The Libero Network last year


Hi, I’m Ruby.   I live in Ireland and I’m a recovering heroin addict who also has anorexia/bulimia.
I grew up in a small town, the youngest of four.  As a child I was quiet and a good student but things started to go wrong for me as I reached my teenage years.  I wasn’t happy at home, my father was a drinker and there was a very tense atmosphere in the house so I started to spend as little time as possible there.
I started at a new secondary school where I made new friends.  I had very little confidence in myself and was desperate to be accepted and liked by my new ‘cool’ friends.  I dropped out of competitive swimming and gave up my beloved ballet.  I took up smoking then drinking then began to dabble in drugs age 15.  I used sporadically for the next few years but it wasn’t until I tried heroin at age 18 that my drug use became unmanageable.  I was instantly hooked and soon I was living in the murky underworld that is drug addiction.  I went from being a girl with a dream to a girl living in a nightmare.  I dreaded waking up each morning knowing what lay ahead of me for the day.  I became an expert liar, a proficient thief and did unspeakable things for money for drugs.  It was a race to keep the sickness at bay and I was always playing catch up.  The next few years I was on the never ending merry-go-round that is addiction.  Drugs, methadone, treatment.  Lather, rinse, repeat.

All the while I was addicted to drugs and alcohol, my eating disorder was silently developing.  For the first few years I had no idea I had anorexia.  It wasn’t until I was in hospital doing a drug detox that a nurse sat me down and told me that I had anorexia.  I refused to believe her even though my behaviour backed up what she claimed.  I spent the rest of my hospital stay trying to prove I didn’t have an eating disorder, trying to fool them by hiding food and flushing it down the toilet.  In reality I was dangerously underweight and very sick.  After that hospital stay I was supposed to go on to drug treatment but they refused to accept me because I wasn’t physically strong enough.  This was the first of many instances where I found myself either too sick or not sick enough to qualify for treatment.

For the next few years I chopped and changed addictions, from food to drugs to alcohol.  I was still in denial that I had an eating disorder.  It’s a strange truth that I spent more time worrying that I didn’t have an eating disorder than I did worrying about if I had one.

A lot of people with anorexia go on to develop bulimia and I was one of them.  Unlike anorexia which is plain to see, bulimia is invisible so no one would ever know you were suffering with it unless you told them.  I would starve for days until I finally broke and proceeded to binge and purge.  At my worst I was binging and purging up to 20 times a day and had a path worn from my kitchen to my bathroom.  I pushed all my friends away and my world shrunk to just me and my eating disorder.  I had a passive death wish.  Willing death upon myself but not actively seeking it.  I began to shoplift food and developed strange rituals around food.  One of these was weighing myself.  I weighed obsessively, in the morning, in the evening, after I went to the bathroom, after I purged.  Those little numbers had so much power over me. If the number was up then I would spiral in to a black hole of depression, if the number was down then I would sky rocket in to euphoria.  Those numbers dictated my mood, my self esteem  and my self worth.
Today I am clean of drugs and alcohol for three years but my eating disorder is still very active.  My body has started to recover but my mind is still far behind and still so very sick.  Recovery sometimes feels so elusive and I know I have to want it.  I want to want recovery if that makes sense.  I think because I have regained some weight people presume that I am better but I was just as sick at 77lbs as I was at 130lbs.
Sometimes it feels as though I am in limbo, somewhere between my eating disorder and recovery.  I have been in treatment 4 times and relapsed every time but I have not given up hope.  I’m currently engaging in therapy and I am trying to fight this cruel illness.  I’ve lost over a decade to addiction in one form or another and I don’t intend on losing another one.  The thought of recovery is both terrifying and thrilling.  Terrifying in that I don’t know what would be left if my eating disorder was taken away.  A big eating disordered shaped hole?  I guess what would be left is me and me is exactly what I’ve been running from all these years.  But it is also thrilling thinking of the life I could lead.  There is a whole world for me to explore, friends to make, places to see and dare I say it, food to eat.

Today is a good day and I’m feeling positive about the future.  I often think of my eating disorder as an abuser.  Like an abuser it grooms me and lures me in with false promises of happiness.  Once I am seduced it shows its true colours and how evil it truly is.  Now I know these promises are lies and I am getting stronger every day and more able to resist.  I’m making small but positive changes.  Putting my scale away, engaging in therapy, putting one foot in front of the other and keeping going.
I do believe there is life after addiction and anorexia.  A life rich with colour. As a good friend once said to me, it’s not a choice between anorexia and recovery, it’s a choice between life and death and I choose life.



4 comments:

  1. I've just stumbled across your blog today and would like to thank you for being brave enough to publish your accomplishments as well as struggles. I've found articulating my emotions to be the hardest part of coping with EDs. Personally, I've been struggling with eating disorders for about 10 years. For the latter half of those years bulimia has taken over my life. I have just recently sought out help from a team of psychologists/nutritionists/psychiatrists - but have found the therapy to be overall unsuccessful. I really appreciate the strength that you have to write these meaningful and equally helpful posts in such open forum. I had a few questions for you that I hope are not triggering or too personal to answer: first being, have you ever had any issues with purging blood or esophageal tears? second, do you have any other favorite blogs that you find helpful in trying to recover from ED?


    Again, thank you.

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    1. Hey Lindsey,
      Sorry it has taken me so long to reply to your comment
      I really hope that you see this
      Like you I have also been in the midst of my illness for over 10 years
      I've made very little progress up until the last few months and I've been trying hard to regain some semblance of a normal life
      Unfortunately therapy can be hit and miss
      I've seen countless counsellors and therapists over the years
      A lot of wasted time and money
      But about a year ago I started seeing am eating disorder specialist and she is amazing
      She has helped me so much
      Don't give up hope though
      Keep trying to find someone that really gets you

      No I don't mind answering your questions at all
      Yes I have purged blood and it can mean that you have a little tear in your oesaphagus
      If you can get it checked out as it can be dangerous
      Or try to cut down the purging as much as you can
      Difficult I know

      To be honest it's quite hard to find good ED recovery blogs
      You have to wade through so much pro ana stuff to find them
      A good is Izzy at living with anorexia.blogspotcom
      Also there is a big recovery community over on Wordpress
      I don't know what age you are but it seems to be an older crowd there

      I really hope you see this and again sorry for taking so long to reply

      Please don't hesitate to email me if you have any more questions

      Take care and good luck with everything x

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  2. Wow.... it's like reading a story about myself. I'm nearly 3 years sober after giving up drink and a year clean off drugs... it just struck me that I had so much compassion for you while reading your blog yet I berate myself continuously for being unable to beat my anorexia/bulimia. I feel like such a failure for having this for nearly 18 years and for still being a slave to it. I consider myself weak for not being free from it entirely.
    At my worst, like you, I was binging and purging 15-20 times a day. Robbing to support my addiction and generally acting the same way I did when I was drinking and drugging. I feel so hopeless however there are moments when I know there is hope... thank you for being that reminder that there is light at the end of the tunnel today :)

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  3. I just found your blog. Thank you for sharing your story. I am in recovery for drugs, alcohol and bulimia. Presently, I have 26 1/2 years clean from all three. However, eating disorders are a different animal when it comes to recovery, as do not put food up on a shelf. We must get in the cage with lion 3 or 4 times a day. Further, I believe in imperfect abstinence/recovery regarding food, it is just the nature of the beast. Moreover, the first year of recovery many of us are learning what a healthy proportion of food is!!!! It is Possible. It is the most difficult task I ever pursued and first the task I stuck with. Last, thank you for describing Bulimia as an invisible addiction/illness, etc., as truly it is. Moreover, this "Invisibility" fosters the secrecy and shame we must face if and/or when we decide to recover. Once again, thank you for your story.

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