Fuck.
I wrote like an entire fucking note, then accidently hit the back button. Shit shit shit.
Anyways, something AMAZING happened today. Something that I never, ever, EVER thought would happen.
I did not cry during therapy.
I did NOT cry during therapy.
I did not CRY during therapy.
I did not cry during THERAPY! Read More »
Dear Object Body, Read More »
I swear to god, all that binging and purging fucked me up. For more reasons than the obvious. Now, whenever I eat the tiniest bit of sugar, I feel like I'm going into a fucking COMA. Read More »
I can't believe it's been 20 days since I've been here.
19 days without my "behavior". Read More »
Today I am feeling extremely agitated and very, very stressed. It's been one of those days where I feel like I've been go, go, go, all day, and I still am carrying that feeling this evening. Read More »
The impossible has happened.
Something that I never, ever thought would happened.
I HAVE BONDED WITH BARB.
Seriously. When I found out I'd be cooking with her, I thought "Fuck. Cooking AND the B-meister?? What have I done to deserve such punishment?" Especially when she said "I can't cook." Read More »
As seventh grade went on, my confidence was slowly shattered. My best friend was so cute and desirable, and I felt like the girl standing back in the shadows. Toward the end of the year, my best friend and I got a third best friend. She is still one of the most stunning girls I have ever seen, and was so small and cute. Read More »
It's been confirmed.
I am a horrible, horrible person.
Today was a hard day. The hardest--and I don't say this lightly--since coming here. It's funny. You would think the first couple of days going into treatment would be the hardest. That after 17 days, you'd at least be use to the situation and be able to cope with it. Read More »
