Grief, ED recovery, Mental Health and all the lovely things that give my Sisyphean rock meaning
I thought recovering from anorexia wouldnt be any different with age. Instead, I recovered straight into perimenopause. Night sweats, burning mouth, changing metabolism and almost no research on what happens when these two collide. This is what I wish someone had warned me about before I found out the hard way.
My brain can’t tolerate uncertainty, even though I love it in physics. Recovery gave me something to lose - joy in food, strength, a sense of self - and now anxiety fights to control it. I’m doing everything right, and it’s still hard. That’s the part no one tells you about living with OCD.
