I choose to heal

Recover--Natasha Bedingfield

Been torn apart, 

Got so many scratches and scars, 

Maybe they wont all go away,

But they'll fade, 

Maybe time can mend us together.. again. 

Its not what we've done but, how far we've come. 

We will recover 

The worst is over, now. 

All those fires we've been walking through, 

And still we survive, somehow. 

We will recover 

The worst is behind 

And it hurts, but in time, I know that we will recover. 

Got so much to lose, 

Seems I've lost my power to choose, oh 

What to love and when to let go, 

That all changed, 

Get bitten once and then your afraid 

What a waste, 

Look what we've done, how far we've come.. 

We will recover, 

The worst is over, now. 

All those fires we've been walking through, 

And still we survive, somehow. 

We will recover, 

The worst is behind, 

And it hurts, but in time, I know that we will recover. 

Everybody's gotta, a reason to cry, 

And everybody fights but, not everyone survives 

And everybody's searching, not everybody finds 

And I'm still in recovery, and I'll make it alive? 

We will recover, 

The worst is over, now. 

All those fires we've been walking through 

And still we survive, somehow. 

30:30:30:10.  Thats the odds. 30% recover completely.  30% partially recover, but will still have periods of relapse.  30% never recover.  And 10% die from their eating disorder.  That's pretty depressing statistics.  Especially in times like these when recovery seems so far away, and impossible to even fathom.  But I don't want to give up my life.  I don't want to compromise my future.  If I give in to the voices of ED, I become just another statistic.  I am more than a number.  I am more than a number on a scale, and more than a statistic on a page.  With each meal, with each day that I say no to ED, I move towards the 30% that DO recover.  "And it hurts, but in time, I know that we will recover."  In time.  Give it time.  Time heals all.