Treatment
I've been in treatment for a month. Inpatient. Again. FML, but wtf can I do? I finally started losing weight and My parents got a court order that said I'm incapable of making medical decisions on my own and they forced me in to treatment. As if my parents even care about me. They just did this to fuck with me, to ruin my life. They don't love me. They only did it bc they're rich, popular, club friends were judging them for having a sick daughter and not caring about her. Oh, so NOW they care. Assholes.
I'm in fucking Arizona ballooning up again as we speak. Obviously, I can't restrict, I can't exercise, I can't puke. I have to attend individual and group therapy, I have to eat all of my stupid meals and snacks, I have to "talk about my feelings".
My life SUCKS and free time is over. Out.
I'm in fucking Arizona ballooning up again as we speak. Obviously, I can't restrict, I can't exercise, I can't puke. I have to attend individual and group therapy, I have to eat all of my stupid meals and snacks, I have to "talk about my feelings".
My life SUCKS and free time is over. Out.