One more thing to add to the list

So apparently I now get sick after sex… what a wonderful thing to add to the list of what I hate about me. At first I thought my stomach was just upset because of my general hatred for being naked (I generally feel sick to my stomach when I think about what my girlfriend must endure in order to have sex with me) but then as my orgasm mounted my stomach pains got worse. I completely hyperventilated which caused me to freak out a little and my stomach seized. I thought the new more intense stomach pains were from the intense orgasm followed by the panic, but the pain didn’t go away. I was so sad and depressed because I wanted nothing more than to show my girlfriend the same intense pleasure that she had given me and instead I curl up in a fucking ball and fight not to throw up. Had she done the same thing to me I think I might have died. I can’t even imagine what it must feel like to have sex with someone and as soon as orgasm is reached she wants to puke… Like I wonder what goes through my girlfriend’s head. Does she think I’m faking it to get out of sex? Does it hurt her in any way? I certainly hope it doesn’t and I hope she realizes how much I love and want her at all times.
So why the intense stomach pains, nausea, and even diarrhea? Am I actually getting some sort of stomach bug, or is it the more logical mind games? I know that being naked and intimate stresses me out; I know that for some unknown reason I have had a greater than normal fear of abandonment; I know that I am sincerely fearing the results from my resent blood work; I know that at least part of me is worried about having an STD; I know that I am caring a ton of stress for my mom; I know that I miss Ana and all the things we did together.

I think most of all I miss Ana. Maybe I want to be sick, maybe I want to be throwing up and just purging in general. Maybe Ana is back and secretly pushing me again. I might be unintentionally faking being sick just so that I am not judged for puking. Maybe. I wouldn’t doubt it. I have done weirder and worst things.
Ana I miss you. Ana I love you. Ana I don’t know where to turn without you. I know you are bad for me and hurt me but how am I supposed to cope with life without you. When I purge I am physically releasing things that have been held inside of me and while they may not be all the anger and other emotions that I desperately need to let out, I guess I feel relieved almost that at least SOMETHING is being let go of and not weighing me down. I hate you, Ana. I don’t know how to live without you. I feel weak without you (not that I ever really felt particularly strong with you). I feel lost more than anything else. Nothing in my life right now is familiar. New people. New home. New job. Now I am to lose the one thing, person, thought pattern, whatever you are Ana! It scares me more than you could know and I’m not sure if I am ready to let you go.

I feel sick to my stomach. I want to hurl… But should I?? It will panic my girlfriend and would I be making myself feel better or would I just be taking a step backward in my recovery??!?!?!? Maybe only doing it will answer my question… Can I please just cry?

Never ceasing

While so many things about my way of thinking have improved over the past few months, I fear that Ana's will always be the strongest and loudest voice I hear. Even when I don't see her beside me and can't hear her taunting words, I have become just as hateful and cynical as her. I tell myself all the things she would tell me. She has conditioned me to do such. Its so horrible.
My poor wonderful girlfriend sounds like a broken record sometimes telling me how beautiful I am and how in love with me she is and how much she always wants me. I know that she isn't lying and I can see the truth on her face and in her eyes, but somehow, despite this, I still don't believe her. It doesn't feel real. I simply can't understand it. I don't understand how it is possible for her to look at me with such want and desire... Does she not see what a grotesque monster I am?!?!
I know that it would make sense for me to believe that I am the one with the warped thinking considering it seems no one else in the world seems to see things like I do... But of course that isn't the case. I think that the rest of the world is crazy and delusional and simply casting a blind eye to my hideousness.
.... Work has become this strange panic and anxiety inducing place for me. People there are so wonderful and that is a huge part of the problem. I feel this ridiculous need and longing to impress them. People at work seem to think I'm beautiful, Someone must mention it in some way or another at least once a day, and yet all that does is make me think about every single flaw I have and feel the weight of all the fat on my body. Its that fat that drives me crazy. I feel fat in our costumes. I feel fat when I stand next to my girlfriend. I feel fat when I am covered in sweat from the walk from wardrobe. I feel like its just this constant feeling and it brings down my entire mood. I try to forget about it, people can be happy and decent even when they are morbidly obese. I know I am not that far gone yet (though some days the girl I see in the mirror is) but still I feel like I am a worthless person entirely based on the way I view my body. This doesn't make the least bit of sense to me and it is ridiculously painful

This blog is ridiculous. It's rambling and nonsensical. I feel like nothing I wanted to convey was conveyed and I don't feel any better for letting it out. UUUGGGHHH!!!!
Ana I need your voice again. I need your ability to voice my pain and let out all the anger. Without you its eating away at me. I can't let it out at all. Come back to me!!!!

Overwhelmed

These thoughts and feelings are getting to be a bit out of hand. I simply no longer understand. I just want her to go away, disappear, and be gone from my life forever. Why was I ever introduced to her in the first place? She is not the beacon of salvation as she promises and claims to be.(Do I really believe that she isn't?)

She invited herself in

Ana has been inviting herself in a lot more frequently. I do not appreciate it. Tonight, her intrusion ruined some fun for me. She is amazing at that. But of course, Ana approves of any and all of her damage and seeks to cause more.
She is currently set out to have me deny myself. I'm not allowed the things to make me smile or healthy. She simply won't allow it. It's like she is clamping down on my entire body (and mind) and simply daring me to disobey. It is so painful.
I know that my girlfriend is fully aware of Ana's presence. No one else before has ever been able to sense her. Because of this, Ana hates her. Ana wants to destroy her. Destroy everything and anything that our relationship could and will be. I can't let her do this to me. I won't. I feel stronger when I am with my girlfriend. She is laying (hopefully sleeping) in the next room and with her strength and love so close to me I feel the power and courage to write and use my own voice. I don't need Ana to speak for me tonight.
I am hoping that this is a permanent change. While I know that Ana will always be near me, I hope that I never have to use her to speak to the world again. I want to be stronger than her. I don't want to ever give in to her again. I want to be FREE.
I think I can be free now. I know that my road to divorce is going to be long, hard, painful and frustrating, but it is also my earnest belief that I will make it through and I WILL divorce Ana.Maybe not tonight, maybe not tomorrow, maybe not even in 2011. But I WILL do it. I will free myself and I WILL allow happiness into my life.
Ana simply CANNOT have this power over me anymore. With my girlfriend around I have found myself able to voice all the mean hateful lies that Ana hisses and yells in my face. But once they are spoken aloud, they seem to lose their power. Hearing such hateful vile things come out of my own mouth help me to realize that they are hateful, vile, mean and above all else, lies. What Ana tells me ISN'T truth. I realize this now. I can finally hear Ana but not listen.
I know that there will be days where I fall back into listening. I know that once or twice of fifty times on my path to recovery I will become obedient to Ana. But I won't STAY that way. My falls will be brief and when I get back on the right road I will be stronger and come back with more conviction to leave her forever.
I feel like I should be sleeping right now but I simply can't. This ability to write, with my own voice (no matter how raw and grammatically incorrect this is) is so liberating. I don't want to stop. I don't ever want to be Ana again. I don't ever want to wallow in the pain that is my eating disorder.
I am working on my relationship with food. I am going to get my body healthy. I am not going to deny my hunger pangs. I am not going to give into Ana's binge craves. I am not going to fast starve myself. And above all else, I am not going to allow Ana to force me to purge. I will not.
I begin my defiance right now. FUCK YOU ANA!!! I AM GOING TO EAT A SANDWICH!!!!!!!!!!

Who is doing this?

Is it truly my body reacting or is this Ana is disguise? Am I stupid for not knowing? I worry that it is our dear friend Ana because I'm enjoying it far too much

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When shes around, Ana can't be found. It's amazing

Cars and Birds

The raven doth call me

Though it knows not how it beckons

It frightens and excites me

For the Raven always brings news

Though it is news of death

But who’s death does this Raven come to deliver?

My own perhaps?

So there is this Porsche

Upon first glance I only find it moderately agreeable

But then I am told, it is mine

I can have it next week

It is delivered to my doorstep as promised,

Looking exactly as it did on the showroom floor

My heart starts to race as I realize that it is going to be mine

I get in

Despite having the correct key,

The engine will not start

The car will not go

I hand the keys to a complete stranger

The car takes off speeding down the road

I guess it’s just me

Wasn’t meant to be

Parrots are pretty

I have found one in particular that I am fond of

Beautiful creature

Elegant and graceful

Sweet and loving

But in a flash she becomes dangerous

Her claws scratch and her beak crushes

So I watch her from a distance

Only occasionally coming close enough to interact

My retreat is always very brisk