I was never sure what “knowing the real me” meant.  How would I know when I encountered the “real me”?  I was me – wasn’t that the real me?

It wasn’t until last night, where I talked about the intense emotions I felt last week, when my therapist mentioned that that is the “real me.”  Those emotions and feelings are the “real me.”  No wonder I never understood what that meant because I was too busy bingeing to avoid those feelings.  By bingeing, I wasn’t only avoiding my feelings but my true self.