Yesterday the day was going perfectly no food, got a beautiful sliver ring with a pearl from my grandma in the mail then went to work. Good so far no?
Fasted all day enjoying the beautiful feeling of emptiness having a day without supervision. Then got a super rude cashier at a coffee shop and his equally catty coworker...They continued to give me dirty looks the entire time. And I don't know about any of you, but I just CANNOT handle people looking at me!
Sent me into a panic.
Still the day was going okay.
Then the night went terribly wrong...
went me to dinner.
Out to Starbucks.
Went for a walk.
Bad because I could purge as soon as I need to.
Then purged hard core. Blood and popped blood vessels... Ya!!!
Then cut to deep...
Oh it was just another day.
I'm still really scared about going inpatient... Have any of you ever gone inpatient?
I mean what if I do change...what if I don't like that me...what if?