The PB&J Sandwich that Almost Killed Me: Fear in Recovery

Throughout my battles with mental illness, I’ve experienced a lot of fear. I’ve been afraid that I’ll never get better, afraid of talking to people, of communicating my needs… I often feel like my mind is spinning out of control and I’m powerless to stop it. It can happen anywhere, even the grocery store. Earlier this year, I was challenged by my treatment team to eat a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Not only was I supposed to eat the sandwich, but I was supposed to buy the ingredients and make it myself instead of relying on my mom to make it for me. Peanut butter is my biggest fear food, and at the time, I was wary of even touching the container, so this was certainly a challenge.

Like many people with eating disorders, I have some issues and anxiety surrounding the grocery store. However, I also work in one, which adds a layer of difficulty every time I need something from the store. Luckily I still live at home, so my mom does most of the shopping and cooking, but I intend to take more responsibility for my food when I leave treatment. So there I was, still in my uniform after my shift had ended, standing paralyzed with fear at the end of aisle nine. Choosing which brand of peanut butter to buy was easy; I’d just get the kind my mom usually buys. Actually picking the container up was a different story altogether. I was tense with anxiety and wanted nothing more in the world than to drop my basket in the middle of the aisle and run to my car. Finally, I picked up the jar and placed it in my basket.

The peanut butter was not even half the battle. I still needed jelly. Although jelly has never been a fear food of mine, I was overwhelmed as I surveyed the seemingly endless rows of colorful jars. I began to wonder what kind of jelly I even liked. My eating disorder encouraged me to read the nutrition labels on each jar and choose the jelly with the fewest calories. My depression said I might as well not get anything because I’d never be able to eat the sandwich, so there was really no point. My anxiety had me wondering if my coworkers were laughing at me, wondering why I was talking to myself in front of the jelly. I started to berate myself out loud for my indecisiveness.

As I started to descend into panic, a coworker approached me. Surely he was going to ridicule me for my anxiety. At the time, none of my coworkers knew about my eating disorder, and I feared that this one would just know, and then everyone would know, and I could see no other outcome than disaster. My coworker looked at me with a slightly confused expression. I braced myself for whatever humiliating statement he was preparing to deliver, and could have cried with relief when he said, “You know the bigger jars are on sale, right? Have a good rest of your day.” He walked away, and I left with a large jar of grape jelly.

The story of the PBJ Sandwich that Almost Killed Me ended as I bought my ingredients and successfully ate the sandwich, but the fear doesn’t end there. Today, while still in residential treatment, I am scared of both weight gain and relapse. I am using my second fear to overcome my first. Fear does not always have to be a bad thing. It can be an incentive or a motivator. I have a very clear memory of what it feels like to live with a starving brain. I know how miserable it is to be in the depths of an eating disorder, and when I think about the very real possibility of spending the rest of my life the way I have been living, I get scared. I let that fear motivate me to give recovery my full effort. I will not relapse into unhealthy behaviors. When I think about what I want out of life, I do not envision a lifetime of underweight misery and aloneness. I think of realizing my dream of becoming a cantor, getting married, and writing novels. My eating disorder has no place in those dreams. As one of my friends from treatment is fond of saying, my eating disorder is not an option.

2 thoughts on “The PB&J Sandwich that Almost Killed Me: Fear in Recovery

  1. This sounds way too familiar, I had a pb&j related freakout last week too. It’s rough because I know how irrational my fear foods are, but they still stress me out. I think you’re right about fear being a good motivator to get better though; continuing to live with an eating disorder sounds like the worst future I can imagine. If scary foods like peanut butter are what it takes for us to get healthy and beat ed, we’re gonna have to tackle them! (Also, that pb&j sammich was actually kinda good when I stopped freaking out a lil) You can do, keep challenging yourself and fighting what the eating disorder tells you! ❤


    1. Thanks, Em! You’re right, living with an eating disorder would be a terrible future. I actually challenged peanut butter today with the help of my dietitian, and I found that I really like it! Goodbye, fear foods!!


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