As my emotional, mental, and spiritual recovery continued, I slowly became less resistant to it. I don’t think that reading a biblical passage is a cure for anorexia. However, I do know that the Truth—specifically from God’s Word—sets us free (John 8:37). If there’s someone in your life who’s recovering from anorexia, perhaps you could share that with her. You may also want to share the following verses with her because even though they may be the hardest Bible verses for a recovering anorexic to hear, they are the truest words she could ever hear.
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If you hit the “rewind” button on my life and traveled back in time about five years, you would find me in a very difficult season of recovery from my anorexia. Struggling to make sense of who I was and who I needed to be. Doubting I would ever love myself or even like myself. Wanting to be skinny above everything else. As that season lingered, I felt like I was trudging through heavy, dirty mud. Craving answers to my questions but not being willing to accept the answers before me.
Christmas is coming, which means a lot of smiles, laughter, and general Christmas cheer. But this year feels different to you. This year feels…hard. You’re experiencing a jumble of emotions: "I’m supposed to be excited about Christmas, aren’t I? Why do I feel anxious, overwhelmed, and exhausted? What’s wrong with me? This is supposed to be the most wonderful time of the year, but I’m ready for it to be over."
I don’t know if I’ve ever felt so exhausted in my entire life. I can’t quite put my finger on it, but I know it’s not strictly physical, emotional, mental, or spiritual exhaustion. It’s more like all of those things. I can’t seem to get on top of my life.
So, when we have to make a morally neutral decision (meaning a decision that is neither moral nor immoral), we panic. In wanting to follow God’s will for our lives, I believe that we’ve gone from one extreme to the other—not caring what God thinks about our decisions to being terrified that God will hate our decisions. What if there’s a balance between both of those extremes?
Think of this post as a letter from God to you. Obviously, His real letter to us is His Word. But I felt like God was sharing these things with me when I was let down recently. He spoke words of comfort, assurance, and strength when I felt distressed, insecure, and weary.
Your therapist told you to feel your grief. To stop avoiding your frustration. To sit in your discomfort. To face your pain. And you promised her that you would. So you did. You felt your grief, stopped avoiding your frustration, sat in your discomfort, and faced your pain. But you didn’t feel any better. Instead, you felt more upset and more hopeless than you did before. Why?