Not a problem for most people, admittedly.
However, for many of the ‘Eating Disorder community’, sitting for long periods of time can be as torturous as, say, sleep deprivation may be…
Not only is sitting physically uncomfortable when a person is very underweight it is, more importantly, another facet of the illness which demands constant movement in order to burn off calories. In my case, the cost of remaining seated, must be weighed according to the value of what is gained. So today, I spent time with my best friend and her lovely husband who are moving to Canada on Saturday. I will miss her all the more, knowing she is so far away.
All this is incidental because the reason I write is to share one of my favourite quotes by American lyrical poet, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow… A name fit for a Lord, for sure.
Sitting in the coffee shop with my most comfy friends, our conversation led to the conclusion that all of us, no matter who we were or how we appeared, were damaged in some way, broken. It is an inevitable part of the human condition. I challenge anyone to find a soul without a scar. Some psychologists even argue that it begins in the womb.
My friends are going out to Canada to help with the running of a very radical kind of church. It’s a church which mainly attracts those struggling with addiction, alcoholism, mental illness, Eating Disorders. A church where people are vulnerable, not ‘cured’, not ‘solved’ but very much in-the-thick-of-it. It sounds like the kind of place many of us would ‘fit’ and feel a sense of belonging. If only we were willing to disregard stigma and risk vulnerablilty.
Which all brings me to this:
“ If we could read the secret history of our enemies, we should find in each man’s life sorrow and suffering enough to disarm all hostility”.
We are all of us, walking wounded.