In the book Sharp Objects by Gillian Flynn, she talks about an alcoholic newspaper writer. She grew up in a small town called Wind Gap, but left to get away from empty streets, and her self-harm prone mother to become a writer in a Big City newspaper. After two girls go missing back in her hometown her boss assigns her to go to Wind Gap to uncover the story. The first mile she drove into Wind Gap she is snapped back into reality. She went from living her life on autopilot, writing story after story with no emotional connection- to being thrown into the pit of her childhood hell with all of her memories surrounding her. The voices of the past quickly began drowning out her own, as if she had stepped right back into the cage of isolation she grew up in (Flynn 1-29). The girl ran on autopilot to avoid getting emotionally connected. Similarly, I used to restrict so I didn’t have to experience the emotional side effects that came to me from eating. After doing this for so long, the habit became something I did naturally. Instead of going home after school and eating like most people my age do, I went home and exercised. This ritual became something I had no control over as if I was compelled to exercise and restrict. I felt as though I was inside of a shell watching myself do these things and I had no way to stop them. I was disconnected from not only myself but the world around
In the book Sharp Objects by Gillian Flynn, she talks about an alcoholic newspaper writer. She grew up in a small town called Wind Gap, but left to get away from empty streets, and her self-harm prone mother to become a writer in a Big City newspaper. After two girls go missing back in her hometown her boss assigns her to go to Wind Gap to uncover the story. The first mile she drove into Wind Gap she is snapped back into reality. She went from living her life on autopilot, writing story after story with no emotional connection- to being thrown into the pit of her childhood hell with all of her memories surrounding her. The voices of the past quickly began drowning out her own, as if she had stepped right back into the cage of isolation she grew up in (Flynn 1-29). The girl ran on autopilot to avoid getting emotionally connected. Similarly, I used to restrict so I didn’t have to experience the emotional side effects that came to me from eating. After doing this for so long, the habit became something I did naturally. Instead of going home after school and eating like most people my age do, I went home and exercised. This ritual became something I had no control over as if I was compelled to exercise and restrict. I felt as though I was inside of a shell watching myself do these things and I had no way to stop them. I was disconnected from not only myself but the world around