Laura’s “Somedays…” Come True
Posted March 31, 2012

“I found hope for recovery by envisioning a future which slowly rescinded the control my eating disorder had over my life, and little by little gave me back power over my choices and actions.”

That sentence jumped off the page when I read it in the following blog post, written by a young wife and mother now living all her “Somedays…”. I often write about the difficulty of believing in a future when you’re in the battle against an eating disorder. Laura’s words will inspire you to believe in that future and to fight for all your “Somedays…”. ~ Judy

Reprinted with permission:


“….I’ll eat breakfast, I’ll keep a job for more than 3 weeks, I’ll have a boyfriend for more than 10 days, I’ll love someone, I’ll travel wherever I want, I’ll make my family proud…

I’ll make a movie that will change lives.”

-from the journal of Melissa Avrin

Melissa did not live to see all of those somedays happen. In 2009, at the age of 19, she died of complications from bulimia.

Melissa’s mother Judy, on the other hand, is making the last statement of that journal entry a reality, by sharing Melissa’s story with the world via the documentary . I finally had a chance to see the film last weekend (thanks to EDN of MD) and it has taken me the last few days to really process the experience.

I saw so much of my own family’s struggle in the stories Melissa’s parents and brother told about the beginnings of her eating disorder- the fear and lack of understanding that accompanies any new condition in any family, exacerbated by co-morbid depression, anger and hopelessness on the part of the person struggling. I’m still not sure I can imagine the pain a parent must feel watching their child overtaken by the beast of eating disordered thinking and the frustration an entire family faces in trying to tiptoe around the minefield of taboo and triggering conversations, comments and gestures. Watching this documentary gave me an incredible sense of empathy for my parents and sister, as I know the pain Judy Avrin felt watching Melissa fight her battle with bulimia was the same pain my parents must have felt.

I was struck by Melissa’s desire for a different life, and heartbroken that she never got to experience the world and adulthood free of bulimia.

Once upon a time, I made those same lists in my journal….

Who I want to be in 6 months: (written at age 22)

Someone who doesn’t lie

Able to eat a meal in a restaurant with out freaking out

Actually following a meal plan

Less rigid

Not weighing myself (at ALL)

More fun

Someone who has friends without eating disorders

I also created a list for who I wanted to be in a year (age 23):

Living in a city

Financially independent

Host a dinner party

Have an actual circle of friends again

Travel… somewhere?!? Anywhere!

Work with teenage girls in some capacity

But wait… here’s the kicker, on that same day, I also made a list of who I wanted to be in 10 years… (age 32, I’m 33 now)

Be in a committed relationship/married

Be fully recovered

Eat for eating’s sake, no focus on calories or good/bad foods

Not be in debt

Ready to make a decision about having kids

Be a therapist specializing in eating disorders, maybe open my own treatment center

Have creative outlets- writing/art

As it turns out, the majority of the items on the last list have happened in my life. I don’t work with people with eating disorders and I won’t be opening my own treatment center any time soon, but I do volunteer in the field and feel my career has moved in a healthier direction by working in a school setting. When I wrote this journal, on October 20th, 2000, I was supposed to be finishing my last semester of college, but instead was teetering on the edge of what would have been my third withdrawal from school due to weight loss and really out of control eating disorder symptoms. My therapist asked me to keep a list of who I wanted to become, because I was having such a hard time feeling any sense of hope about the future.

I have looked at the above lists from time to time over the years, and they’ve always struck me deeply. My transformation from sick to well did not happen overnight, but I truly believe writing this journal entry was the beginning. I found hope for recovery by envisioning a future which slowly rescinded the control my eating disorder had over my life, and little by little gave me back power over my choices and actions. Having goals expanded hope. Having hope helped me do the work of refeeding and restoring weight. Having my weight restored helped me see my life and my issues more clearly. Having clarity helped me move on.

I wrote those lists when I was deeply entrenched in eating disorder thinking and behaviors, never fully believing the items could become a reality. Most of them have. I do not know how or why my body withstood some of the torture I put it through, but I wake up each day with a deep gratitude for my body and my health… And a promise that in my health, I will help others find hope.

If you are interested in seeing or buying the documentary, Someday Melissa, click here. Kudos to Judy Avrin, Danna Markson and Jeffrey Cobelli for a beautiful film about eating disorders, loss and hope.

You can read more about my recovery here.

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