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Depression, Anxiety, Eating Disorders

How about none of the above?

Blair S.

Reprinted from the The Ongoing Journey of Recovery: Recovery across the lifespan issue of Visions Journal, 2025, 20 (3), pp. 37-39

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Growing up, I was told not to let labels define me. Whether it was ethnicity, gender, age or any other aspect of my identity, I internalized the idea that I was capable of anything I put my mind to. This mentality, which served me well for many years, was also a perspective that left me in denial of my mental health challenges later in life. 

A few months after moving to a new city and starting graduate school, during a time when everything seemed to be on the upswing, my mental health was reaching an all-time low. All the signs were there, but I was too scared of putting a label on my symptoms. I thought I was still in control. 

In reality, every day became a battle and I was losing the fight. I didn’t want to be labelled as “depressed” or in a “relapse” of my eating disorder (ED) because I was worried about being judged. Failure, disappointment and waste of potential were all words that played on repeat in my mind. Did you learn nothing from the first time you hit rock bottom? 

Rapid changes

I was 11 the first time it happened. It started as a harmless desire to eat healthier and lose a few pounds. But my restrictive eating behaviours were actually something else—a coping mechanism. I was dealing with many changes: living with a grandparent who was dying of cancer, watching my body change due to puberty and adjusting to life with a younger sibling. 

These changes left me quite anxious and desperate for a sense of control. I found it by playing a dangerous game with food restriction. Eventually, I became consumed by my ED voice. ED was in control, not me. I no longer cared whether I lived or died. Before my heart gave out, I was hospitalized. 

When I was finally discharged from treatment, I felt free. I was freed from a label I hid from my peers at school, and I embraced a new label, “recovered.”

Uncertain recovery

Throughout the rest of high school and even during my undergraduate degree, I desperately clung to that new label and concealed myself beneath a façade of positivity. ED was still a friend sitting at every meal and snack, an invisible one only I could see. 

I did open up about my struggles with one professor after a week-long cycle of binging and restricting that interfered with an assignment. On their recommendation, I attended a one-time counselling appointment on campus, but that was all. 

It was my transition to graduate school that created a perfect storm and narrowed my window of tolerance.1 This window is like a balance beam you walk on that widens and narrows depending on stressors in your life. In my case, the stressors piled on until the beam became so narrow it was impassable. My cheerful mindset started doing harm, rather than good. I saw myself as a failure for not being grateful for my new opportunities. 

Moving to a new city? Don’t miss out on social events to make new friends. Starting school at a prestigious university your parents actually recognize? Don’t disappoint them. Planning to re-apply to professional schools? Don’t forget to do better in grad school than you did in undergrad. My response to these pressures was avoidance, specifically through binge eating.

An inner struggle

I was reluctant to reach out for help because I was afraid of being labelled again. Only this time, the changes to my mental health were not outwardly noticeable—no rapid weight loss or drastic reduction in food intake. The changes were all internal. I became consumed by thoughts about food. I was scared that if I started eating, I wouldn’t be able to stop. Each binge eating episode was followed by a period of restriction during which a wave of guilt, embarrassment and hopelessness would overwhelm me. ED even brought a new friend to the table: depression.

My façade came crumbling down. I was completely incapacitated by my symptoms. My graduate supervisor and peers began to notice. Their calls, texts and emails went unanswered as I retreated into isolation. 
Eventually, I took a leave of absence from my studies. Another grandparent I was very close to passed away, and I relied on disordered eating to get through this sudden loss. 

I also began to think more and more about ending my life. I typed up a letter letting out all my struggles with a list of ways I could end my suffering. My whole universe became my bedroom, the bathroom and the kitchen. I could not remember the last time I’d showered or stepped foot outside. 

A new view of recovery

A turning point in this journey was reaching out to a close friend. I showed them the letter I’d written, and I will never forget what they said to me. “I am really sorry you have been feeling this way. I don’t know how to make things better, but just know I am here for you.” Part of me had still held onto a fantasy that opening up would magically make everything better, but I understood that the first step towards recovery was acceptance. 

Now that my secret was out, I was ready to seek professional help. I found a safe and welcoming support system at Foundry BC. Foundry helped me transition back to school and connected me with on-campus resources. I registered with my university’s accessibility centre and gradually learned that I was not alone. 

I noticed a poster at the accessibility centre stating that mental health conditions are the most common disability among students at my university.2 Despite growing mental health resources, many youth, including myself, still experience barriers in accessing professional care. For me, the biggest barrier was the labels. If you’re facing similar challenges, remember: labels only hold as much power as you give them. You hold the reins, and you decide who to tell and when. I reclaimed my labels and I hope you do too.

 I’ve been back at school for about half a year now. Some days are harder than others. I see a therapist every week and I still have relapses. I’m learning to practise self-compassion when I feel low and accept that relapses are part of recovery. Sometimes, to reach the next milestone, I end up walking around in a loop and that’s OK. Progress is not always forward facing.

Related Resources

Learn more about Foundry BC at: foundrybc.ca 

About the author

Blair (she/her) is a graduate student at a Canadian university. She has lived experience of several mental health conditions, including eating disorders, depression and anxiety. Her hope is that folks may read her story and feel more supported in accessing the mental health supports they or their loved ones need

Footnotes:
  1. Corrigan, F., Fisher, J., & Nutt, D. (2011). Autonomic dysregulation and the Window of Tolerance model of the effects of complex emotional trauma. Journal of Psychopharmacology (Oxford), 25(1), 17–25. doi.org/10.1177/0269881109354930

  2. Naimer, N. (2023, May 29). ‘Slipping through the cracks’: Post-secondary students with mental-health disabilities struggle to find help. Healthy Debate. Retrieved March 4, 2025, from healthydebate.ca/2023/05/topic/students-mental-health-disabilities

     

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