but when I got sick, they became totally focused on my disorder. what I was eating, how skinny I became — everything shifted from our family to just … me.
I’m ready to quit.
I’m drawing up plans.
not necessarily to carry out;
but to at least comfort me.
I have felt so alone for so long.
the above is my plan for the next three weeks
(more about their extending my rehab time in the next post):
fake it till you Make it.
and Making it, in this case, is finally Leaving.
You wanted me to be normal, I know. But I’m not, and I’m never gonna be.