"My vision went black. My knees buckled. I collapsed the bench, head in hands, trying to make the world straight again. My stomach only turned."
Girl. 21 years old. For the last four months, I've been in treatment for my eating disorder. This is me trying to figure out how I got here. This is me trying to figure out where I'm going. This is me trying to make sense of myself.
I’m going to speak to my dietician on Wednesday about attempting to continue recovery without my meal plan.
(I fully expect her to laugh and say no.)