Not sure where to start, but I'd like your thoughts on just this one thing at the moment.
I've been in treatment for nearly 4 years now. When I started therapy, life was just black. I had a big fat eating disorder and no idea of how to live life. I was severely depressed. Now, 4 years later, I only see my T every 3 weeks and life is slightly less dark. I've learned to question if how I see myself is close to the truth.
However, T thinks I no longer have the ED. I do. She also doesn't know I drink too much. She also doesn't know that there are days and days when I just don't know how to hide because I don't want to live or be seen. In short, I feel as if I've become quite proficient at pretending how to be normal while I'm not. Somehow I've found myself a nice house and a job, so on the outside things look brighter than ever, but on the inside, I don't think a lot has changed.
Am I pretending because I want her to be proud of me? Or am I not pretending, but just not telling the complete story.. I just don't know. I've always been very good at pretending, and now I feel like a fool.
Thanks for reading...I hope I make sense