Monday, February 13, 2012

Walking in the shoes....


Understand
By: Erin 

To understand an Eating Disorder

It is more than you will ever read in a book
It is more than you can ever understand from a look
It is more than you can even grasp through spoken word
No matter how often or how loud it is heard

To understand this illness, disease, addiction and obsession
You must first know, relate to, feel and touch the underlying pain and depression
To understand the control, perfection, and deep self-dissatisfaction
Your brain must distort the general principles of attraction

Beauty is everywhere
Except in the mirror as I stare
I will disappear, control what I can, chase perfection with all that is in me
In the hope that when looking in the mirror it is no longer I that I see

To know an eating disorder, what it means, and how it feels
You have to be one of the sufferers; one of the people who deals
To understand its implications and major affects
You have to be the ones with whom the sufferer lives with and connects

No book will tell you of the true pain in my soul
Or how desperate my attempt was to be in control
No movie will teach you the damage I did
As I checked out of life and constantly hid
No testimony can explain to you how hard it is to get your life back
Searching and seeking to get your life on the right track

It is more complicated than anyone could possibly fully understand
Unless an eating disorder took over your life unplanned

Everyone has their story and struggles too
Though not the same, equally troublesome and true
But please don’t act like you understand this horrible disease
Because you’ve read books, seen movies, or taken classes with ease

If you want to be a therapist, doctor or some other treatment provider
Do an internship working with the people who suffer to make your eyes wider
And whatever you do or say to someone who is in the midst of dealing
If you don’t get it; don’t you dare say “I know how you’re feeling.”

Sunday, February 12, 2012

Getting Through


Angles are Bowling
By: Erin 

When you’re little and young thunder storms are anything but fun
We cry, hide, wait, and pray until the booming is all done

To help us through this stressful time
Parents make stuff up on a dime

Like many other parents
My mom and dad would say
“Erin dry your tears. Today is not scary.
It is the angels’ bowling day!”
Confused yet intrigued I allowed them to go on
And then the storm was over
And my fears, troubles, and stress seemed to be all gone

Those times we sat and talked about angles bowling in heaven
Ended as I grew older and hit ages like ten and eleven

But this memory reminds me constantly that
Sometimes to get through a storm in life all you need to do is chat
This reminds me daily that it is okay
That sometimes we need to distract ourselves to get through the day
Finally this reminds me when I’m drowning in the daily hours
I can think about the fairies in the flowers
Or even what I would do if I had super powers
For relief until the thunder stops rumbling so loud
So I can then return to my daily work, life, routine tasks and simply be part of the crowd