Today’s post is a tribute to one incredible fighter who I have met along this journey.
Today, after months of waiting, and after a tragic family event two days ago that could have stopped her, this fighter walked into an eating disorder clinic in London and she bravely went through an intense eating disorder treatment assessment, which will be the deciding factors in what kind of treatment for her eating disorder she will receive, a decision she will find out next week.
Essentially, she chose recovery today.
She could have not gone. She could have cancelled. She could have let her family event a few days ago stop her, and it would have been understandable.
But she didn’t.
She walked in there, as strong as the definition of strong can mean, and went through that assessment.
It wasn’t long ago that I remember going through a very similar assessment when I started treatment; blood tests, blind weighs ins, blood pressure, blood work and EKG scans, not to mention having to verbally say out loud how many calories you eat, how much you exercise you do and expose the things that are so private. Things that were between just you and Ed, things that the thought of anyone else knowing is bone chilling.
It was one of the hardest things I ever had to do in recovery. It made everything so real.
As I woke up this morning and was Facebook chatting with my dear friend as she was in the waiting room in between her tests, I was just in awe of her strength, courage and bravery.
She was my strength today.
And when she wrote to me after it was over and said “I couldn’t do this without you,” I almost cried.
I know it seems like I cry a lot lately, and maybe because it’s true, but it is what it is.
But these were tears of happiness.
This whole time I was looking at her as this incredible fighter, yet she was looking at me the same way.
I don’t know if I even deserved for her to say that she couldn’t do it without me, but it is important to me that she knows how much strength her saying that gave me.
I was part of someone else’s recovery today, and she was a part of mine.
Today’s post is a tribute to my dear friend, fighter and recovery warrior, whom while I won’t say her name, she knows exactly who she is.
In honor of her and her courage and bravery, I say, hello life.