No, it is not a mistake. Yes, I meant for the title of this post to be two different languages.
I'd like to present a short, simple story.
Featuring a lemon.
(bare with me)
(bare with me)
Sometimes, there are lemons.
Thrown at us by life.
I suppose we could make lemonade.
Or perhaps, we can chuck them right back.
This time, the lemons have come disguised as ED.
I could get angry.
I could allow my vulnerability to overcome me.
Or, I can embrace the lemons.
I can smell them, taste them, feel them.
And throw them right back.
Because, sometimes we must remember there are choices.
And we must remember that with every choice comes a consequence.
It may not be experienced right away, but the consequence is there.
And it will haunt you.
It's only a matter of time.
So, I have been given a choice.
Are these pictures not enough of a reason to throw the lemons back?
A member of my former treatment team, whom I greatly admire, told me something very wise, that I will never forget. It was my last day of treatment at this particular place (for the second time) when she sat me down to say goodbye. She said, "Rebecca, when recovery seems easy, when you feel like you're getting the hang of it-- that's the time to step it up." I froze. She looked me in the eye and continued, "Because I'll be honest with you-- recovery isn't meant to be easy. It's hard. It's a miserable process." At that moment, I looked down to let a tear seep out. I felt hopeless. "But, I promise you that it is worth it. I promise that the agony and suffering you experience along the way, make the results that much more worth it. This is your chance for freedom. A chance to live your life". I remember hugging her so tightly because I felt relieved to know an escape was (and IS) possible. I think about her words quite often and am grateful to have been under her guidance.
"To get through the hardest journey we need take only one step at a time, but we must keep on stepping."-- Chinese Proverb