Erin. I am addicted to food. I use it when I'm happy. I use it when I'm sad. I use it when I'm stressed, scared, grieving and tired. For as long as I can remember I've used food to reward myself, to punish myself and to lose myself.
Today I met with the "Mr." who is my nutritionist/guy who is helping my figure out why I eat what I do, when I do. He told me today that he admires me because I can put up a good front that I'm holding it all together, while at the same time I have buried some pretty serious emotions away and sealed them off with cement walls.(not exactly his words) Some of those walls I can't easily get too. This was not easy to internalize. While I took it as negative for a few minutes as I drove away I realized how what he said was truth, truth that I need to face.
So today I am going to simply address my most recent break down. This past September as I was back in school, and my kids were back in school, things were going fine for a bit. I decided to add to my plate a course of finance, and really a course about how you feel about money, how you internalize money, pretty much my relationship with money.
Then it all hit. My daughter started 7th grade this year. She was soooo excited the day before school started because she got a locker right by her best friend and every class but one with her also. Then the second day of school came and BAM her bestfriend had a new bestfriend and all of the sudden all the rest of the girls were threatened not speak to my girl or they would pay the way my girl was paying. It got so bad that my daughter quit turning homework in so that she could be assigned to in lunch catch up, that way she didn't have to face all the mean girls. Now this would make any mother furious, why in the world did it make me irrational?
Twenty four years ago, when I was in 6th grade, I had a bunch of friends then one day I got off the bus, and two girls ran up to me and told me not to go into the school. I didn't understand why? It turned out there was a group of 7th grade girls, who had never spoken a word to me by the way, organized in front of my locker with it seemed like 25 more people at least (a teenage memory might not be accurate). The reason for being in front of my locker is because as I decended down the stairs I herd singing these were the words to the tune of bingo:
There was a farmer who had a dog and Erin was it's name-o
BITCH, BITCH, BITCH and Erin was it's name-o.
I was terrorized, they sang it over and over and over again. They blocked my locker so that i couldn't get to it. The hall didn't clear until the bell rang. Then everyone scattered, and I was left standing there, alone horrified, shocked and broken. I got to my locker and the tears flowed, kind of like they are right now. I never got an explanation or a sorry. In fact the ring leader is now related to me by marriage. How crazy is that. SOOO, watching my daughter go through what she was, brought back this anxiety that I had pushed very far down because it was so painful.
The other part of the breakdown was related to my relationship with money. As I was taking the course on trying to feel good about money, it did the opposite...it brought back terrible memories that I have stuffed deep down inside. Now, I have to preface, again that these memories are a childs memories that could be skewed but they are still memories that are attached with emotion.
The summer after 3rd grade my dad had no job and no prospects of a job where we lived in Albuquerque, New Mexico. He decided to head to Utah where we were from and also where our family was. When he left we had no money, we had a garden to feed us and hopefully he would be able to send money. As the hot summer went by the possibility of Dad making any money and coming back became slim. By August, the garden was done, the utilities were off and the rent was way over due. I remember my Mom coming to me and my little sisters and telling us we were leaving and heading to Utah, in our little piece of crap pinto that only ran half the time. I remember her meeting someone from our ward early early in the morning at the grocery store. I don't know why, but I think they were loaning her gas money because we didn't have any...So really at the age of 9 I remember being homeless, hungry and desperate...and it all goes back to money and there not being enough.
So as I am taking this wonderful course on my feelings about money, I start to crash, to much yuck seeping out of the walls I have built. With my daughters situation and the finance course I broke bad! I started feeding my hurt with RAMEN NOODLES, Exclusivley. I would eat5-7 packages of dry ramen noodles a day. Somehow it soothed my mind...don't ask, cause I don't know why. I immediatly gained 20lbs. I got to my GP and she said my anxiety and depression had now surpassed what she could help with and she sent me on to a psychiatrist. That was a hard pill to swallow, but I was in the middle of a nervous break down.
This all so hard to write about, but really how can I heal if it is all stuffed down so deep ready to explode at the first weak moment I have? Then I will turn to food, my addiction to self sooth.
So right now today, I am facing this addiction of mine as well as tearing down some of my walls, thats all for now. This is dedicated to A-....~E