Since it’s still #WorldMentalHealthDay for a few minutes in the States, I’m going to talk about Isolation && how it’s been hard on my mental health.

TW: Eating Disorders. Food. Mental Illness.

I am an Eating Disorder survivor. Survivor. It never goes away && eating disorders thrive in isolation. The only thing that has kept me from swinging back into my full on anorexia habits is: MY BIG IMPORTANT MEDS NEED CALORIES TO WORK

I say BIG IMPORTANT MEDS cause they’re the ones that keep the major Big Big mental illness at bay.

I know we shouldn’t tier mental illnesses blah blah blah. But trust me on this.

Anyway. I am also a horrible cook. Cause I don’t care about food. Cause eating disorder. I eat what’s fast, simple, easy, && not much of it.

Problem is, when I’m tired or depressed or over anxious: I don’t want to make an actual meal which means I don’t eat enough calories which means I feel great cause THINNER ... but my meds start to glitch

This is all happening cause I have no one watching me/seeing me/I’m alone. So I think I can get away with it even though I know I’m doing not enough of what I need to do to stay functioning.

So when the news is awful (A LOT) or life keeps stepping on me (A LOT), I’m back to eating very little cause making a full set of meals is too exhausting. Cause being disabled I don’t have abled people energy.

So Isolation breeds && festers this idea that Eating Disorders can get away with their BS.

Which is cruel.

I’m throwing this meme up cause everyone I’ve met with an Eating Disorder is a strong friend:

But please. If you know someone who’s an Eating Disorder survivor, whether they’re alone or not right now, if you’re able, check in on them???

They might not be okay.