My husband noticed my eating disorder before it really hit me.
He sat me down and told me his concerns about my lifestyle and behaviors… I’m so stubborn and independent it took a while for what he said to seek in…
My husband had been deployed for 4 months and just gotten back. The changes that had happened to me in those 4 months were exponential. I was getting ready for our wedding and was nearly starving myself wanting desperately to look “perfect.” Using multiple behaviors, diets, supplements, exercising excessively, so desperately wanting to be perfect for that one day. The doctor I was seeing at the time did not help this situation at all and told me I needed to lose weight. The desperation was real and I was hitting a real low.
My husband realized I needed help… I eventually did to… probably took a lot of twisting my leg though to get me there. My poor poor husband. Too bad he is stuck with me. I’m just so dang stubborn…
My brain really wasn’t working well. My critical thinking was poor, but I finally believed what he said and listened.
After my wedding I tried to seek help. I sought out my PCP with no help, started with a new therapist with no help, I was desperate because I was HITTING ROCK BOTTOM. My thoughts were horrible, I was so depressed and anxious, I hate to admit but I even had suicide thoughts. This never would have been me… I thought… but it was.
I finally contacted an eating disorder doctor. This changed my life. I just can’t thank my husband enough for realizing how bad my disorder had gotten. He truly saved my life.