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Veee1226
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« on: October 30, 2008, 08:54:57 AM » |
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As some of you may know, I am having a very difficult time lately. As if dealing with the fear and stress of preparing for my surgery, changing all of my eating habits, fighting off my eating urges, and working six days a week were not enough, I am now facing the reality that my marriage is falling apart.
My husband and I have been having trouble for quite some time now. And it doesn't even have anything to do with the surgery. Our relationship is very complicated for reasons unknown to most of the group and I will spare you all the details. The truth is that I am miserable, even though I love him, and this situation has become increasingly unhealthy for me. As mush as I want my marriage to be a success, I can't help and wonder at what personal price? This journey, although difficult at times, should be, overall, an exciting one. The idea of starting what is basically a new life for myself; one built on a healthy mental and physical existence, should be something I face with great anticipation of good things to come. However, because of my marriage situation, the lack of support and understanding I get from him, and all the changes I have made over the past four months, I am drained, anxious, insecure and now more depressed than I have been in many, many years.
I have said to myself, and I have said in our group meetings, that I will not let anyone break my spirit. However, I feel so emotionally bruised and battered at this point, I feel nothing but broken. I have no support at home to help me through the changes that are happening in my life and will continue to happen after the surgery. I can't talk to my family and friends about my marriage problems because they tend to become judgmental of my decision to have married this man. I have been relying on my biweekly therapy appointments and on Oscar to help me through the tough times. Thank God for Oscar because he was sweet enough to let me cry on the phone with him last night until I could finally sleep! I owe you big, my wing man!
The hardest thing for me is not being able to go back to my old habits of eating when I am stressed and eating when I am depressed. Now, when I am in what I call my crisis mode, I don't know what to do with myself. I literally can't stop thinking about food, although I have not given into any temptation yet (which is amazing considering Halloween is around the corner and you can't swing a dead cat without hitting a giant bag of Snickers!) But I feel like I am loosing my grip on my reality and my sanity, and without being able to turn to food to calm myself, I feel like I might go crazy.
I know that Madeline has gone through a break-up since her surgery. Maybe others are struggling too. And, I don't even know what I am hoping to accomplish by posting this, except that I need to get it out of my system somehow.
I'd appreciate any support, advice, friendship etc, that you guys can give me to help me through this.
Veronica
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