The more I work the “normal eating” program, if that’s what I can even call it, the more I realize how much emotion I have pent up inside of me. It’s not like it rules my thoughts all day, but I think they are lurking there just beneath the surface all the time. Each time they come up, I push them back down and try to stop myself from feeling them and turn to food.
Why do I do this? I think it’s because of a few things but one main thing is a period of what I can only call depression when I was younger. It was just after I moved into 7th grade. I was changing schools and the whole structure of school was different because we had eight1-hour classes and that combined with my emotional maturity threw me into a tailspin. I cried during class and was just generally in an emotional turmoil. My mom arranged for me to leave my classes if I had to and go see the school counselor to talk if he was available.
Eventually I made it through and felt better. He helped so much. But I think what kicked me out of it was my mother coming home one night and in her frustration to help me, she basically yelled at me and told me to “snap out of it”. Looking back, I’m not sure what was going on. I don’t think I ever figured it out. But I knew my behavior was clearly unacceptable and I began to push my emotions down. I think it helped me to move on in the moment but in the long run I think it taught me to stop myself from feeling. I remember the next year I was so afraid I was going to go through the same process but as soon as I started having that feeling again, that sad, scared feeling, I just pushed it down and refused to let myself go there again.
I continued to feel anxious each year at th beginning of the school year through my college years but it faded a lot and every time it came up, I would push it down. And I believe I continue to do that. Which I am sure results in a lot of absent eating.
I don’t blame my mother, I know she was doing the best she could for me at the time. But sometimes I wish I could go back and talk to that little girl and help her through that time in her life and allow her to feel all those feelings without shutting down.
So now my goal is to let myself feel. Even though it hurts and even though I don’t always want to, I need to if I ever want to move on. I am more mature now and realize that eventually, the intensity of the feelings will decrease if I just let them go.