THE STORY
BEHIND THE WORK.
AN UNCONVENTIONAL
RECOVERY.
It was the late 1970s. There was no diagnosis available to me, no recovery framework and no obvious place to go looking for an explanation. To be honest, I would not have known what to look for anyway.
As strange as it sounds now, I had no idea what was happening to me. There was no internet saturated with recovery narratives telling me what I had, why I had it, or how hard it would be to recover. That was decades away.
What made it so difficult was that I did not feel the same way about it all the time.
There were times when I desperately wanted it to stop. I felt overwhelmed, frightened and completely distraught. I thought about getting help, but I did not know where to turn — and the shame and disgust I felt towards myself made telling someone seem almost worse than carrying on.
Then the fear would subside. I would tell myself, next time.
And at other times, I felt I needed it.
The idea of letting it go was frightening in a completely different way.
So, there I was, a young woman carrying what felt like an all-consuming secret. And then, after fifteen years of struggle while building a successful career, I realised something remarkable had happened.
It was gone.
The thing that had haunted me for so long no longer had any hold on my life. I was surprised, I was delighted — and I was free.
I did not stop to analyse how it had happened. I was just happy to get on with living my life.
For years, that part of my life stayed a secret, until a casual conversation over a morning coffee changed that — and, ultimately, the direction of my work.
It was during one of the training days of my professional life-coaching accreditation. I was chatting with another participant, a psychiatrist, and happened to mention that I had once had bulimia. She told me, in effect, that with bulimia:
"you never really recover."
I remember being shocked. Because I clearly had.
By then I had been completely free for around 15 years, so I told her that. Now she seemed the shocked one. She then asked me: "How did you do it?"
But I had no answer for her.
And for the first time, I asked myself a question I had never needed to ask before:
How had I become free?
I went back to those fifteen years and began retracing what had actually happened: before bulimia began, while I was living with it, and as I became free. What had seemed inexplicable, confusing — even crazy — at the time, with hindsight and distance began to make sense.
There was a structure and a sequence to it that I simply had not been able to see from inside it. My freedom had been no accident.
Once I understood more clearly what had happened, I began reading more widely about bulimia and recovery. Much of what I found painted a very different picture from my own experience. The contrast made me wonder:
If I had been given that information when I was struggling, would I have found the same way out?
I don't believe I would have.
And it was that conclusion that led me to found BulimiaFree.com in 2012.
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