For a lot of reasons, I am not in a good place right now. I keep trying to write but find myself getting impatient with myself as well as the “usual” interruptions. Maybe this weekend I can start to sort things out and share some more.
I think I have finally caught up on most of my blog reading. It was while I was finishing that up that I found this post. This is only part of what has me down right now, if you can define something as huge as an eating disorder with a word like “only”.
<3 to Victore Dolore for letting me reblog this here.
Originally posted on Behind the White Coat:
“I went to the drive through and got the biggest thing of popcorn chicken they sold and I ate every last bit of it in the car.” She had that numb, dead look in her eye that I had seen before. “Then I pulled over on the side of the road, stuck a finger down my throat, and made myself throw it all up.”
“You’ve done this before?” I asked in disbelief. “You are bulemic?”
She nodded. “Since I was a teenager. I hadn’t done it in a year or two, though.” I had been seeing her for over ten years and not an inkling of this was ever spoken of before.
“Why did you do it this time? What the hell happened?”
“That new pulmonologist you sent me to? She’s as skinny as my pinkie. She says to me as soon as she walks through the door…
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