Weight loss and PTSD - Part 2

I'd been paying for private health insurance for the past two years hoping that one day I'd be able to have an operation called a "gastric sleeve" also known as a laparoscopic sleeve gastrectomy.

I'd gotten a pay out from the government regarding the abuse that I went through and decided that I was going to dedicate a large amount to have this life changing procedure done.

Re-winding back to two years prior to my decision to lose weight for good I'd started bipolar medication for the first time in my life, had kicked a drug addiction with marijuana and a short relationship with Ice and spent a year in family court fighting for custody of my new-born child after a nasty breakup with my ex fiancé.

I had never been exposed to any drug culture prior to 2013. I grew up in an ethnic bilingual family in inner Sydney. One of the poorest areas at the time and had grown up in an extreme amount of consistent, dedicated, terrifying and traumatizing amount of domestic violence that spanned twenty-four years.

The abuse was so bad that I eventually claimed a sizable amount of compensation for some twenty years later.

I began psychotherapy when I was twenty-three years and have had a number of other treatments for dissociative disorder and PTSD including: EMDR (Eye Movement Desensitization Reprocessing), Neuro-feedback through an EEG, Childhood Regression Therapy, CBT (Cognitive Behavioral Therapy), DBT (Dialectical Behavioral Therapy) plus mindfulness and other bits and pieces of schematic therapy over the years.

So I definitely had all the odds against me but held onto hope.

In 2014 when I got clean after two years in the addiction game I hit the ground running determined to clean my life up prior to pregnancy and do whatever I could to be a good enough parent.

In my previous career life I had cared for my mother and other family members twelve years prior to meeting my then fiancé at 28 years old and I was determined not to go back to a lifestyle that served me no purpose.

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