I told my therapist

I’ve been going to therapy for a while and I today i decided to tell my therapist about my disordered eating. My goal going to therapy was never about my eating disorder as i have never felt comfortable telling anyone out of fear of what might happen afterwards, as well as thinking that I’m “self aware enough” to manage it on my own which is not smart. I know that now because telling my doctor was the first time I could talk about it with someone who was “normal” and seeing his reaction and perspective to what I was telling him kind of opened my eyes. And it marked a beginning road to recovery as now that I’ve told someone I can’t go back. As nerve racking as it was to admit I’m so proud of myself and I’m excited to make a change, as the idea of living with this for the rest of my life brings me to tears. As corny as it might sound I want to be healthy and strong and not care what my body looks like but what it can do.