Was it enough for you? What’s your story?

Goals were never enough to keep me going, I guess I lack fortitude, especially in the face of fear. What really got me through was giving up and giving in because I was too exhausted to keep fighting my body to maintain my eating disorder.

I just said, “fuck it I’m done.” I didn’t try to pursue any recovery goals or anything, I just gave up trying to stay disordered because I suck at it now (cheers perfectionism I feel great now thanks). And somehow, it worked and I’m free...well free-er. I accidentally surrendered to recovery and it worked so much better than forcing myself to recover for things I didn’t really want at the time.

This isn’t to shit on recovery goals, but I wonder how others actually got through by focussing on goals because I just couldn’t.