In January I was supposed to go to Atlanta for a week to visit my best friend, Jordan. I never made it.
As I've spoken about before, November-January were the sickest months of my relapse and I was in a place where I didn't think recovery was possible, at least not for me. I didn't get to go to Atlanta because my treatment team was adamant that I return to a higher level of care. It came with a heavy heart that I cancelled my trip and spent a miserable month fighting with insurance and treatment centers to get myself admitted.
It's been six months since I've been to the Denver airport to fly anywhere.
Today, I'm finally taking my trip to Atlanta and when I walked up to the gate I realized, this was the same gate I was at 6 months ago as I returned to New York and a higher level of care.
6 months ago I used travel as an excuse to restrict and was happy about the delay in my schedule.
Today I bought and ate breakfast and my backpack is full of snacks to keep myself nourished.
6 months ago I sat and cried at the gate that I wasn't "sick enough" to be admitted to a partial hospitalization or residential treatment, because an eating disorder tells you if you're going to recover, you better be the sickest you can be.
Today I'm happily supported by an outpatient team and am so thankful that I didn't have to go to any of those levels of care.
6 months ago all I could think about was that I had failed. I had failed at recovery and I had failed at having an eating disorder.
Today I realize that by recovering, I'm winning and choosing life. The only way the eating disorder wins is through sickness and today I choose health.
6 months ago I kept silent. My only voice was my eating disorder and I felt that no one cared what I had to say.
Today I've been writing almost non-stop for 6 months, and I truly believe my writing has had an impact. I've been published in a variety of places, and writing has helped me heal.
6 months ago my only way to cope was through using eating disorder behaviors.
Today I've been through DBT an entire time and even have the teaching manual. I know that I am well equipped with the skills I've learned and I can finally cope in a healthy way.
6 months ago I couldn't see life outside my eating disorder or depression. I trusted my team but it felt truly impossible.
Today I'm in recovery once again. It's still a struggle and I have to fight every day, but I'm here. I'm in a place that Charlotte 6 months ago could have only dreamed of. And for that, I am so beyond proud and grateful for the leap I took 6 months ago.
6 months ago I was barely surviving.
Today I am thriving.
All this from an airport gate.
Hi, I'm Charlotte! I'm a 23 year old grad student living in NYC. I'm passionate about mental health, reality tv, and making my cat an Instagram star.