About a week ago today we lost a blog reader to anorexia.
Elizabeth Ellie S was not a close friend of mine. We never even met in person. I don’t know how she found my blog, but when she did, she added me as a friend on Facebook and has been supportive ever since, “liking” my Facebook updates about the blog and giving me words of encouragement. I admired her bravery, love, and kindness, and wondered if we could meet someday.
I awoke Friday morning to find out, through Facebook, that anorexia had taken her life. I remembered thinking months ago that she could die from this, but I never thought this soon, this sudden, and honestly … a big part of me said “Nah, that won’t happen.” Elizabeth had been working so hard to recover while helping others too, and it seems she just wasn’t able to get there fast enough.
I found a picture of Elizabeth in June of 2013 (below) and commented on it, telling her how I found it so powerful (I still do! I hope I don’t sound too creepy when I say I saved it to my computer. It just really spoke to me and I’m sure it speaks to many people). Elizabeth told me, “God has carried me far, I can tell you that. and I want to say, your blog/future book is/will be very powerful as well.”
It was amazing to read that from a Facebook friend. I’ll admit that I am still nervous about posting my blog (who wants to talk about dark feelings surrounding food?) but people like that make me feel like it’s okay to stay open. Also, being more open has helped the recovery process (and made me feel accountable to get better). And if Elizabeth said she was looking forward to reading what I had to say, if anything, I have to keep writing for her.
A powerful picture I found on Elizabeth’s Facebook back in June 2013. There are so many days where I’m sure many of us feel like this.
“i’m still a trainwreck im just a bit heftier,” she said in her comments below the picture.
I get it. The difficult part about eating disorders is most people think that once you gain the weight you are “better.” Gaining the weight for me (although it was never dangerously low) was the scariest thing not only because I hated the weight gain, but because it was even more difficult to explain to people that I struggled a lot, if not more, than when I was at my lowest weight.
There are so many days where I feel like the “train wreck” Elizabeth talks about. There are so many days where I wonder how I can keep enduring the constant ups and downs with every meal, battling the love/hate relationship with food. It is emotionally and physically exhausting. As far as I have come with everything, I never knew it would take this long.
Right now I am in no danger of dying from my struggle with food. But I will say that I understand how difficult it is to push through it, that it is so much a mental disorder and not as easy as “stop eating so much” or “just eat more!” I can understand that, even in the face of death, Elizabeth couldn’t “just eat more” to save her life.
She worked hard. You can see from all her friends on Facebook that they knew she worked hard. And for Elizabeth, in her honor, keep working hard and fighting your demons. Do not let her have died in vane. Keep pushing through, hold onto hope in your darkest days, and know that we are all our own train wrecks sometimes.
It takes strength and perseverance to keep pushing forward.
Elizabeth Ellie S, rest in peace. This blog post is dedicated to you for doing so much for others. May everyone exemplify your kindness and love.