Sep 11, 2007 03:16
I made an appointment with my counselor at one on Monday. My friends here at school aren't surprised. There is thin, and there is dangerously thin, amd I'm dangerously thin. It's hard because I've got a naturally small frame, so the weight loss didn't look obvious until recently. I just put the physical symptoms down to hypochondria or side effects from the medication.
That's a cop-out, and I know that now.
My brother was amazing about it when I talked to him. He fussed at me a little, then told me that he only did it because that is how he shows he cares. Tim's not a very demonstrative person, so for him to say that was a big deal. It helped to hear that.
But I'm not going to center my life around this. I'll work with a counselor, and I am determined to regain control of my eating habits. I'm also a full-time student, and I volunteer at a detention home. I want to be a good friend and an awesome sister. Those are my priorities. Not my disorders. Not the drama. I'm not a Bipolar, or an OCD, or an Eating Disorder. I'm Sarah, and I know what I want to do with my life. Destroying my body is not part of the plan.