Been in recovery for awhile now but my days are always a struggle I use art therapy to help me. I can’t tell how many time I want capturer this image but I could not it describe my emotions every day. The moment when I work out try to not think about the how many cat I burned off. Do I have time to spend another hour, two hours three, four hours working out. The anxiety of trying to eat something in front of ppl so I look normal or just making the goal to eat one meal a day. Or to not have a panic attack. I dream about being able to cut the parts I hate off my body and wish I could and try to resist the urge to purge. But in the end no matter the support system I always feel alone because I will never feel normal or ever worthy. In four short years I will be a behavioral counselor how can ever be another person therapist if I can’t get a grip on myself.