Lately I've been feeling a lot better as far as eating and getting stuff done goes.  I honestly thought I would never want to eat or go out and see anyone ever again.  So it is a relief, and a surprise, to have some energy for life back.  I think moving out on my own was crucial to getting over the severe depression I was in.
I started compiling what I wrote earlier when I was in the throes of anorexia.  I am attempting to get my writings published.  It is hard to look over what I once wrote, but I hope if it is published that it might provide some benefit or encouragement to those who read it.  Already, in just talking about it with people, they feel comfortable to share what they are going through in regards to food.
I have also begun cooking again, which is another thing I thought I would never again want to do.
I cannot express my relief.
To actually enjoy eating, I can't describe it.


Well, I just wanted to share that I think I am actually making progress.  It is shocking to me.

In the past I have felt I was getting better, and would kind of have some manic behaviors that went along with it.  You know, not sleeping very much, feeling invincible, with a lot of energy and ideas.  It made the subsequent crash that much harder.

I don't want to go through that again.  So this time I am trying to be careful.

Last night for the first time since the most recent time that I started to get better, I felt a bit down.  I didn't like it at all, but I simply tried to rest and talk to people who cared about me and about whom I care.  It helped.  It was hard to feel down when I have lately been feeling so up.  But I have to realize that it will not always be an upward trajectory; sometimes I will not be incredibly feeling good.  But still I must press on.  It is important for me to remain in contact with good people as I go through this.

Thanks for reading.  Talk back to me if you want.