As I mentioned in my first post, I am not a writer. I used to think journaling was stupid and only for the smart kids who were really into reading and writing. The only time I had really done it was when I had to for an activity in a treatment group.
If we’re being honest here, the main reason I started journaling was because I bought a really cute journal at Barnes and Noble. It sat empty for months until I finally had an idea about what to write.
Many individuals will tell you their eating disorder stemmed from trauma or abuse, or years of bullying or a bad childhood. I didn’t fall into any of those categories. Some people might even say I ‘had it all’. So why did I develop an eating disorder? The question has remained in the back of my mind since I was first diagnosed 7 years ago.
I decided I was going to put my life story into writing in hopes of finding some sort of answer. So far I’ve found that certain events have had more of an impact on my life than I ever thought they could. Although they weren’t traumatic or significant, they were enough to activate my predisposition to mental illness.
I hope to have some answers someday.