[Posting in the voice of my eating disorder so this post includes adult language]
Me: So, it looks like I might be leaving soon. Insurance is saying I don’t need to stay any longer.
Eating Disorder: What the fuck does insurance know about us? You think you’re CURED? Ha!
Me: Well, I’ve been doing well here. Meals on my own are going ok. I feel much better. I’m sure it won’t be perfect but I think I can manage to set my life up to support recovery.
ED: How long have you had me? Decades. You think this is over? I won’t be ignored, Michael.
Me: I don’t intend to ignore you, I’m just not sure how prominent a place you’ll have. There’s a new order that works better, allows us to experience happiness, enables us to do things we love like hang gliding.
ED: But what happens when we’re scared or alone or overwhelmed?
Me: Then we can feel those feelings and manage them by talking to someone or going for a walk or writing.
ED: I’m not convinced.
Me: I know. It might be a while before you are. I’m ok with that.
Me: You there?
ED: I’m here. My voice is quiet but I know you still hear me.
Me: I do. When I do, I try and remember what I owe you and honor the place that you occupied in my life for so long. You’re a good guy, really.
ED: Yeah, yeah, you sound like we’re in a therapy session! Jesus!
Me: <pats ED’s head> Lots more of that to come, my friend.
ED: <sticks out tongue>