An Australian Eating Disorders/Recovery support organisation recently made a heartfelt tribute to a young woman who died from an ED.
To see this reality (and that people do in fact die from such an illness) strangely put me in a degree of shock.
Although I do remember walking that fine line between death and life with my own ED, my path thankfully changed and I recovered.
But sadly and heartbreakingly so, not all of us make to the other side.
It is a fact that EDs have the highest mortality rate of any mental illness and it is therefore important to recognize just what a magnificent feat it is to have made it through even if this means still working through the ever-changing waves of recovery.
I have felt at times rather silly with regards to the things I think, feel and deal with today at this point in my journey to wellness, however recovery in all its ups and downs is a blessing unfortunately not bestowed upon all of us.
In moments of despair, frustration, loneliness etc... its vital to remember just how lucky you are to still be here at all and to be so grateful.