“Anna! How are you?!”
So I hear that a lot. A lot. Like every time I run into someone I haven’t seen in more than a month. Inwardly I cringe when I hear it because it is such a loaded question. First I have to pause and think, “how much does this person already know?” then I have to think, “how much do I want this person to know?” then I have to think, “does this person really even want to know? and what is his/her motives for asking?” All of these thoughts go flying through my head and I stand there like a dummy trying to sort them out before I answer. Generally I just smile and nod and say, “yeah, I’m doing ok. Thanks so much for asking. It means a lot, I appreciate it.”
Since it’s been awhile, here is how I’m really doing, in case you’re interested…
Depression: after two full rounds of ECT this winter I’m still frustratingly depressed. I pulled three stints at UVA this winter (each about two weeks) and they all helped — I’m not suicidal anymore — but I’m discouraged that even after all of that I’m still so deep in the depression. Shemo is making noise about adding an atypical to my drug therapy to augment the Cymbalta in that hopes that my mood will lift. I’ll know more once I see him on Monday.
Eating Disorder: Better than I have ever been since my diagnosis with anorexia four years ago. In my darkest days I never thought doing this well would be possibility for me. I’m going weeks between binge/purge episodes. The variety of food I eat is pretty extremely limited because I have fears of being triggered, but while that is true it is also true that I’m not limiting calories. I may go for a week eating cottage cheese and peaches for lunch but I’m making damn sure it’s 4% cottage cheese and that I’m eating enough of it. Perfect? Not by a long shot. Progress? Incredible progress.
Marriage: I have the best husband in the whole wide world. Hands down without a doubt. I do not deserve him. I love him with my whole heart and the amazing thing is that he loves me just as much as I love him. He lives his love and devotion to me every day.
Faith: I finally got the courage to tell my parents I have left the church. My parents are both social liberals but I was still sick-on-my-stomach-nervous about telling them. I couldn’t even tell my mom – I had to have her hand the phone to my dad. So picture me sitting on my bed, holding my phone and shaking as I stumble over the words, “Dad, you know I wouldn’t do this if I wasn’t sure it was the right thing to do. Most of me doesn’t even wantto do this, but after all the research, learning, and growth I’ve been doing I feel I have no choice. Please don’t be mad or hate me… I’m formally converting to Judaism.” There is dead silence for a minute and I’m sure my dad is about to either 1) hang up on me or 2) start yelling. What does he do? He warmly says, “Sweetie, I think that’s great you’re going back to Mendez family roots, but your mother and I aren’t going to spend a penny more than $40,000 on your Bat Mitzvah!.” I about died with relief.
So, in a nut shell, that is how I’m doing. Thanks so much for asking, I really do appreciate it – even when I don’t know exactly how to respond.