MAY 21, 2008: “In The Light” …

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IN THE LIGHT

“I keep trying to find a life, on my own, apart from you. I am the [Queen] of excuses – I’ve got one for every selfish thing I do. The disease of self runs through my blood – It’s a cancer fatal to my soul. Every attempt on my behalf has failed, to bring this sickness under control. Tell me, what’s going on inside of me? I despise my own behavior. This only serves to confirm my suspicions that I’m still a girl in need of a Savior.”  – D.C. Talk

THIS SONG IS MY MANTRA, yet how many times have I listened to it now? Over and over and over again but I can’t actually swallow the words. Instead I swallow every bit of rage and sadness that is hiding within me and then release it into a dark and obscured oblivion that I cannot find my way out of. My “disease of self” has overtaken my life. My teeth are falling out, there’s a permanent scar etched across my knuckle, and oh yah, I think I’ve given myself throat cancer! My heart is arrhythmic, I feel dizzy when I stand too fast and I’ve cracked open three blood vessels in my eye. I’m seeing a doctor tomorrow and I think I may have to cop to my little secret for the first time in my life. I’ve been locked inside my bathroom every night while my precious daughter is sleeping peacefully just footsteps away from the door with the slow, sweet process of suicide.

I never thought I would be one of those women who let an eating disorder control every aspect of their lives and I certainly don’t believe in “statistics”. I’ve known long well that none of this was ever about the food, but rather some pathetic attempt to continually purge myself of a lifetime of shame, guilt and rage. It was about some sick sense of order I thought I was maintaining over the contradiction which had become “me”: My Rules; My Choices; My Food; My Control!  (Or so I thought!)

I’ve worked so hard to plan my days carefully and carve away my quiet time with her and for more than half my life she’s been the keeper of every one of my deepest and darkest secrets. I’ve trusted her unconditionally with the most painful of my feelings that I could never manage to let surface, yet somehow she has betrayed me. My lifelong confidant brought me a comfort and safety that I had somehow forgotten to know, and she satiated even the emptiest places inside my body with a satisfaction of fullness and order. We were euphoric together and sometimes almost magical! But that calm, quiet happiness we shared never lasted for more than a moment and all too quickly brought the continual shame and self-loathing which is all I can see now see in a mirror. My euphoria would end, so then we’d begin the dance again, to the most hypnotic rhythm of them all.

Sig