Confused

A few days ago, I was talking to someone about my interest in psychology. Ever since my diagnosis, psych has been a field that has grabbed my attention and been of immense importance to me. I knew that, should I pursue this particular career, I would definitely focus on teenage eating disorders.

However, when this person asked me what I wanted to specialize in, I froze, stuttered, and managed a weak “I don’t know.” After the words left my mouth I was immediately taken by surprise. Talking about eating had never really been an issue for me, so why was I suddenly embarrassed to simply share my interest in it? Was it because I finally felt separated from my eating disorder? Or because there is a small part of me that is still ridiculously ashamed?

Either way, I felt compelled to write this post to prove to myself that I can still share my story, even if it makes me uncomfortable. Some days are harder than others, but I know that it is important to feel proud about what I’ve overcome, rather than ashamed of the obstacles I’ve had to face.