Disclaimer:
I was cut off from the world (i.e., the internet) for 2 days, so this is an overdue entry.
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As of today (and yesterday, so at least this has been a constant for 2 days) my “discharge date” is next Saturday. This is because….
…I HAVE SOMEWHERE TO LIVE!!
I swear to God I'm going to be at HG FOREVER.
Today was supposed to be my last day. During "ATTITUDE FOR GRATITUDE!" time during breakfast, people even said "I'm grateful for Angie....etc. etc." which, is obviously true, but no one would say that unless said person was leaving.
I was shocked to learn that around 5 million people suffer from eating disorders a year in America. 1 in 5 of women are said to have or have experienced an eating disorder in their lifetime. Why?
So, first off, I MUST thank everyone for all the birthday wishes I received yesterday. I admit, I was very worried about my birthday. I LOVE this day and the thought of not enjoying it was just too much to handle.
Whenever I have a birthday, I always forget I'm a year older and when I'm asked for my age, I always write down the age I was the day before. I don't know if it's weird, but when I was at the gym today, when Mr. Elliptical asked me my age, I thought "Hmm...this is the last time I'll be putting in 18."
Too much of anything is not good. This includes therapy.
Seriously, I have had enough. I think that if I hear "When you ___, I feel ___" or, "My intention for the meal was..." I am going to have a mental breakdown. I have a brilliant idea: Let's NOT talk about our feelings!!!
I am PISSED. I typed out this whole long, philosophical note that would inevitably change someone's life, and when I clicked "Publish", it WASN'T THERE!!! And now I'm in a predicament. It's after midnight, so is it day 55 still, or has it moved on to 56? I guess 55, since I'm writing about today (yesterday?) and before.
I knew something was wrong today when going to interpretive dance was the LAST thing I felt like doing.
