voices
As someone battling an Eating Disorder, there is so much confusion in hearing these “voices”… they speak from a place within us that is filled with low self-esteem, that wants to believe we deserve not to be happy, and to believe that we are worthless. I’ve heard them described as “loud thoughts”, “my own head” and as “a voice/voices”. They speak those things that convince us we’re stupid, worthless, deserving to be unhappy, not to eat, to keep eating or that we have to get rid of what we ate. They tell us “the world would be better without you.” They come from that place within us plagued with negativity and self-hate, encouraging us to continue with our Eating Disorder, and convincing us that we do not deserve recovery, that we deserve a life of pain.
The voices of our Eating Disorders also convince us we have no will power, that we are weak when we’ve eaten, and that no one will ever love us. They harass us with guilt and even berate us for the Eating Disorder behavior itself. It is no wonder recovery is so difficult and such hard work. We are battling with ourselves over what we are convinced we deserve (and that our negative voices keep reminding us of) as opposed to what we truly do deserve (recovery, happiness and self-love!).
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tips
Grounding Methods
Ideas for when you feel out of control, are having a flashback and/or need grounding…
- Remind yourself “I’m going to be ok” and “I’m not crazy”… this is a normal part of the recovery process
- Plant your feet firmly on the ground
- Count up 1 to 10 then back 10 to 1
- Say out loud things you see and smell
- Touch the wall, the floor and objects close to you
- Call someone on the phone
- Walk around and watch your own feet – listen to the sound
- Listen to yourself breathe – Do deep breathing
- Listen to music and count the beats
- Don’t be afraid to ask for help
- Hug someone safe
- Hold someone’s hand (someone safe)
- Tear up paper, throw ice, chew ice chips
- Visualize the memory as an object and put it “away” (for example, the memory is a blue rubber ball and you put it in a toybox)
- Focus on details… leaves on trees, blades of grass, fibers in carpet
- Call your therapist
- Call a Hotline
- Hold and/or talk to a stuffed animal
- Fight the voices – change the negatives to positives
- Play an instrument
- Gently wash your face, hands or hair
- Do gardening, shovel snow or mow the lawn
- Color in a coloring book
- Rock in a rocking chair
- Touch a familiar object that you carry with you (keys, a necklace) or listen to your watch ticking
- Hold and pet your cat or dog
- Make a list of things to do or shopping list
- Write down who and where you are
- Pray, talk yourself down or yell
- Say what you feel outloud, even if you have to yell or cry!
- Change your environment… walk out of the room, touch something different, change the sounds around you (put on music, turn on the tv, etc.), eat something different and “safe”, smell something different (perfume, flowers, food, grass, etc.)
- Visualize a stop sign
- Dance to music
- Say outloud “I am here right now”… assure yourself that this is a normal process for you
- Do self-affirmation… read books, listen to tapes and write down good things about yourself
- Identify your triggers (things that make you feel badly or have bad memories or flashbacks)
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so that i may always remember
I heard there was a secret chord
that david played and it pleased the lord
but you don’t really care for music, do you
well it goes like this the fourth, the fifth
the minor fall and the major lift
the baffled king composing hallelujah
hallelujah…
well your faith was strong but you needed proof
you saw her bathing on the roof
her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
she tied you to her kitchen chair
she broke your throne and she cut your hair
and from your lips she drew the hallelujah
hallelujah…
baby i’ve been here before
i’ve seen this room and i’ve walked this floor
i used to live alone before i knew you
i’ve seen your flag on the marble arch
but love is not a victory march
it’s a cold and it’s a broken hallelujah
hallelujah…
well there was a time when you let me know
what’s really going on below
but now you never show that to me do you
but remember when i moved in you
and the holy dove was moving too
and every breath we drew was hallelujah
well, maybe there’s a god above
but all i’ve ever learned from love
was how to shoot somebody who outdrew you
it’s not a cry that you hear at night
it’s not somebody who’s seen the light
it’s a cold and it’s a broken hallelujah
hallelujah…
jeff buckley version
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poems for
i never thought i can write good poems enough for others to praise the poem for itself. i believe that words have their hold on me and not the other way around.
i thank God for this gift. it makes me happy.
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what gives
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losing battle
when will this end?
this pain/anger/hurt/hate/grief accompanies me wherever i go. it’s as if i’ve made forged my pledge of undying friendship to them. but how about love/joy/peace? whenever i have this trinity the great pentagon would immediately snatch away the serenity and replace it with tears.
sometimes i get tired of myself, my musings, my rants for they are all shallow. the things i want are all lost in oblivion, my oh so twisted past.
right now, i’d exchange everything for my memories. take all of them and maybe the pentagon will leave me forever.
i will shut my world from others for i will only bring harm to them, then eventually, to myself. if there’s someone whom love needs to embrace, it has always been myself.
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some wish list
well, specifically, an almost (sometimes) forgotten kolehiyala who has a far away home. the answer is obvious.
1. taking a roro trip again (though i really enjoy the unpredictability)
2. be with people radically different from the people here in my beloved university
3. enjoying those radically different ones for they are strangers who would never raise a finger on me
4. …who would always protect me although they don’t know me at all
5. …who would even make sure that i’ll have a seat inside packed ferries; who would offer their seats even if it means they’ll have to take leave
6. …who would make sure that i won’t get hurt
7. …who would make sure that i am more than satisfied
8. … who would make sure that i get the best
9. … who would be happy to see me although im not their blood
10. …who would ask seemingly stupid questions, but would then make all the sense in the world
11. …who would definitely make me cry out of gratitude, humility, happiness.
12. …amidst my chaotic world, finding strangers who would make you forget your “strangeness”
13. eating lotsa foods of course :p
14. being greeted by people you do not necessarily know
15. being home
16. with my loving family who would always love me no matter what, which i found irksome sometimes, but definitely puts the life in me
17. oh! the possibility of family feuds, haha. always gets me everytime
18. the tree! the lights! the wreaths!
19. my then crushes! who im still excited to see.
20. being me without pretensions cuddled between papa, mama, bebam, no matter how insane id be.
weird love? yup. that’s why they’re family. actually, i just cant wait for christmas. it makes everyone human.
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september 10
I feel most free when I am unsure of myself—standing as the cold wind seeping through my bones, the uncertainty posed by the stillness of the night, the uneasy calmness of unraveling before the break of light—another day.
I smell what is left of the earth that men came to inhabit a long time ago. I’m struggling to remember what it is like without us—just the clouds, the moon and the stars, everything without humanity.
What would it be like to be the wind that touches my skin? What would it be like to be the sky—always far beyond reach? What would it be like to be the moon serenely bowing to the benevolence of the sun? What would it be like to be truly free?
What I see tonight is the triumph of freedom, when humanity rests and sleeps, when not a single soul wishes to rise above everything his/ her eyes set upon.
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septemeber 8
I want to hear nothing else but the raging splendor of the falling rain. It may hold anger, anguish or even pride. Still, its greatness is unsurpassable. I bow down to the glory of the rain, together with the deafening thunder. The imposing elegance of the lightning.
I dread the things I love. I can never be with them. They’ve only little time left to be with me. This is the only thing I know about love—letting go. This I’ve forgotten. I could only love from afar, this is the only chance that I would be able to give them value.
I need to be alone to love, and maybe, to be loved.
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september 1
I may not be able to control the waves of emotions I experience by the minute, at least I have friends that can accept me for who I am and I am not.
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