A Story of Recovery:

Freedom Frontier


I had a beautiful baby and an amazing husband, and all I wanted was to be alone and eat. I couldn’t stop the crazy cycle of bingeing, purging, and laxative and exercise abuse.  At my worst, I took up to 60 laxative pills per week and vomited so violently that I burst the blood vessels in the skin around my eyes. I also manipulated my doctor into giving me prescriptions for antidepressants and other drugs that had weight loss as a side effect. Every time I finished a binge, I swore that the next day I would just eat normally. I vowed it was the last time. I would lay in bed at night, hating myself for not being able to control myself when it came to food. I lived a lie. On the outside I had a thin body. In public I ate normal portions, but behind closed doors I consumed massive volumes of food. I was miserable.

I came to FA after finding a flyer at the local public library. I lived within driving distance of a large number of FA meetings and could attend a meeting every day of the week if I wanted to. It wasn’t until I moved to a new state for my husband’s job that I began to appreciate what a gift it was to have FA meetings close by.

Today I work my program in an area with no FA meetings. When I first arrived on the “frontier [term previously used to describe an area far away from an established in-person FA fellowship],” I was very nervous about attending AA meetings. I worried that I wouldn’t be accepted, or that I wouldn’t be able to relate to the people there. At my first AA meeting, I was near tears as I sat in the parking lot making outreach calls.

At first I thought I couldn’t possibly get anything of value from this other fellowship because my drug of choice was food, not alcohol. My sponsor reminded me that I had earned my seat in the rooms of AA because the only requirement for membership in AA was a desire to not drink. As part of my FA program, I do not drink. When the meeting chairperson asked if anyone was attending the meeting for the first time, I gave my name and said, “I’m a food addict.” I felt so uncomfortable and was sure that I would be asked to leave, but after the meeting, people welcomed me and told me to keep coming back.

I know that I have to be around other addicts if I want to stay abstinent. But everything in me wanted to stay home and isolate, and at times I was flooded with feelings of fear, doubt, and insecurity. It was not always easy, and at one meeting I was told that some people had an issue with my presence. I made outreach phone calls and found another meeting. My higher power gave me the willingness to do things that I didn’t want to do, even when I felt uncomfortable.  I took the advice I was given at that first meeting and I kept coming back.

I was amazed at how much I’ve learned from AA meetings. I’ve learned to truly appreciate and live the Twelve Steps in a new way and that the gifts of true recovery can be reaped over a lifetime when you put down your drug of choice (in my case, food), one day at a time. I’ve learned that being in recovery is a daily choice, that I don’t have to be perfect, and I never graduate. I am reminded that my disease of addiction will kill me and rob me of the amazing life FA gives me. Today I live in true freedom.

When I returned back to my old FA fellowship for a visit, I wanted to be able to offer a gleaming report that I had started several meetings and that they were growing. This is not the case, but I am grateful and abstinent, and that means everything to me today. While I continue to pray for God to send me one willing person to start an FA meeting with, I know that growth will happen in God’s time and not in mine.

With the help of my higher power, I attend open AA meetings and participate in a telephone AWOL, where we are studying the Twelve Steps. I make it a priority to travel to an FA meeting at least once a month. I make lots of phone calls and use the telephone as a vital tool to stay connected to the FA fellowship. I am so grateful to the FA fellows from all over the world who find my name on the frontier list and make a point to call me with support and encouragement.

 

This story was originally published in the Connection Magazine. Subscribe to the Connection Magazine for more stories of recovery. Or submit your own story of recovery.