Stop
Tina, stop. Don't comment on anything, don't add anything, don't watch anything, just don't. I don't want to deal with you until you get help.
The reason I stopped dealing with you is that after two years of zero progress, you told me nonchalantly that the only way you'd want to hang out with me is if I stopped trying to help you.
Stop trying to help you? You're killing yourself as surely as Chris did, and you're doing it slowly. Dragging it endlessly on so that everybody who cares about you can watch, helpless. You flaunt your sickness like a badge of honor, making jokes about it. I've tried everything I know how to do, and it isn't enough.
Do you know what people talk about when you're not around? How worried they are about you. How scared they are that you're going to die. How they don't know how to help. How you deflect any attempt for any sort of aid, and have run your reasons for doing so into the ground so far that the only one you seemed to have anymore is "leave me alone." You've been blaming your problem on anything you can get your hands on, me, Megan, work, Sidney, Chris, Steve, anything. Stop. Let the people who care for you help you.
I'm posting this publically not because you'll listen to reason, because you haven't for two years. I'm posting because me calling you out publically on it has gotten you angry before, and maybe you'll listen to anger again. I don't care if you can stand me, I don't care if you ever speak to me again, as long as you realize what you're doing.
Get help or you're going to die.
The reason I stopped dealing with you is that after two years of zero progress, you told me nonchalantly that the only way you'd want to hang out with me is if I stopped trying to help you.
Stop trying to help you? You're killing yourself as surely as Chris did, and you're doing it slowly. Dragging it endlessly on so that everybody who cares about you can watch, helpless. You flaunt your sickness like a badge of honor, making jokes about it. I've tried everything I know how to do, and it isn't enough.
Do you know what people talk about when you're not around? How worried they are about you. How scared they are that you're going to die. How they don't know how to help. How you deflect any attempt for any sort of aid, and have run your reasons for doing so into the ground so far that the only one you seemed to have anymore is "leave me alone." You've been blaming your problem on anything you can get your hands on, me, Megan, work, Sidney, Chris, Steve, anything. Stop. Let the people who care for you help you.
I'm posting this publically not because you'll listen to reason, because you haven't for two years. I'm posting because me calling you out publically on it has gotten you angry before, and maybe you'll listen to anger again. I don't care if you can stand me, I don't care if you ever speak to me again, as long as you realize what you're doing.
Get help or you're going to die.