After writing my blog post the other day I had an enormous response from you all that support me. It started to make my recovery voice louder than my Ed voice. While I'm not great, I'm most certainly not where I was. I really was scared that I was going back into that hell.
I came across this remix of Numb and became obsessed, comforted and inspired all in a moment.
So here's my take on it. Maybe it'll help you understand why I'm crazy and why recovery is so hard.
"Numb"
I'm tired
of being what you want me to be
Skinny, perfect
Feeling so faithless, lost under the surface
Feeling so faithless, lost under the surface
There's no hope here with you
Don't
know what you're expecting of me
Expectations get higher and higher
Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes
Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes
Remembering
my glory days of Ed, when I was thin and "everyone liked me"
"everyone thought I was hot" "everything was great"
(Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow)
Every step that I take is another mistake to you
(Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow)
Every step that I take is another mistake to you
Every
time I do something recovery focused there's Ed telling me that I'm doing it
wrong. I can't eat breakfast, I can't buy bigger sizes, I can't think that I
look pretty…there's always a rebuttal
(Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow)
I've become so numb, I can't feel you there
(Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow)
I've become so numb, I can't feel you there
I follow
Ed's commands—"you" here is me, the real me
Become so tired, so much more aware
Become so tired, so much more aware
This
represents me in recovery, I'm sick of being sick and I am aware of my disorder
I'm becoming this, all I want to do
I'm becoming this, all I want to do
'this'
means Ed again
Is be more like me and be less like you
Pretty self explainatory. I want to be me, whoever that is and less like the girl I have been for 11 years
Is be more like me and be less like you
Pretty self explainatory. I want to be me, whoever that is and less like the girl I have been for 11 years
Can't you see that you're smothering me,
Every
action every choice Ed is there. He doesn't let me breathe without his
permission
Holding too tightly, afraid to lose control?
Holding too tightly, afraid to lose control?
Every
time I get closer to recovery he snaps me back, because he is afraid of losing
control
'Cause everything that you thought I would be
Has fallen apart right in front of you.
'Cause everything that you thought I would be
Has fallen apart right in front of you.
My weight
has gone up, I've started to be an independent thinker and challenging his ways
and he's becoming meaner and more harsh because he can see me walking away from
him
(Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow)
Every step that I take is another mistake to you.
(Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow)
Every step that I take is another mistake to you.
Every step
in recovery I make never comes easy, it's always with regret remorse and a
takes a lot of reasoning.
(Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow)
And every second I waste is more than I can take.
This can go two ways, every second I waste not working out is a wasted moment
(Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow)
And every second I waste is more than I can take.
This can go two ways, every second I waste not working out is a wasted moment
OR
Every second I spend in this disease is a waste of my life
And I know
I may end up failing too.
But I know
You were just like me with someone disappointed in you.
This last part means a lot to me because it reminds me that even when I was in my "glory days" it was never good enough and the same Ed that's talking now was talking to that glorified sick Kris telling her he's disappointed in me.
Every second I spend in this disease is a waste of my life
And I know
I may end up failing too.
But I know
You were just like me with someone disappointed in you.
This last part means a lot to me because it reminds me that even when I was in my "glory days" it was never good enough and the same Ed that's talking now was talking to that glorified sick Kris telling her he's disappointed in me.
I'm tired of being what you want me to be
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